Clocks. A slightly crazy piece of short fiction.

Why can’t all the clocks be the same? It doesn’t matter how hard I try, none of the clocks in my kitchen change at the same time. And I know why: it’s because there’s no second hand. You change the time on a digital clock, but you don’t know… YOU DON’T KNOW! You can’t have ANY way of knowing if you’re setting it for 7:05:05 or 7:05:58. And when the second one happens, you’ve got to friggin’ start all over again! And some of them you have to scroll through 23 hours and 59 minutes to get to the right time again! Who in the living HELL thought digital clocks were a good idea in the first place? And don’t get me started on the clock in the car. I set it according to my phone and a month later it’s slow by a minute. How can anyone be expected to live like this!!!!????


8 thoughts on “Clocks. A slightly crazy piece of short fiction.

  1. I feel your pain. The car clock is now three minutes fast. That’s my reset limit. Clocks all over the house but they are not in exact sync. Below is how I recorded it in my book, “A Mixed Bag.”


    Another sleepless night,
    Staring into the gloom above the bed.

    Silence broken,
    By the relentless progress of time.

    Time as marked
    by a pair of clocks, not quite in sync.

    The Benrus on the wall a half beat different
    From the Timex on the dresser.

    The seconds ticking off contrapuntally
    Tick tick, tock tock.

    So like this entire life, never knowing
    If my second hand is a half step ahead
    Or a half step behind reality.

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