Clocks © 2011 Mufidah Kassalias


She pulled the watch from her wrist and threw it to the wall. The moment would come when all moments would end but this was not it. The world had life in it yet, as did she. This was not the end but a moment of clarity. Her time had come and she recognised its opening, a temporal tear, the Holy Grail before her, deep and wide, smooth and lustrous, beckoning her to rise from her knees, to throw off the mantle of ignorance and set forth on a journey of discovery. In this flash her heart, mind and gut united in purpose, inspired to follow an erudite path, as her ancestors had done. She walked over to the shattered watch and picked it up. Taking the mother-of-pearl penknife from her pocket, she cut the leather straps and briefly clasped the broken watch to her chest before placing it in her purse, a keepsake with which to return to the temporal world.

~ Keepsake was written in response to Clocks. © 2011 Mufidah Kassalias. All rights reserved.

4 responses

  1. just beautiful… love the texture and muted color of the wall acts as a perfet backdrop to the circular clocks – each of a different size and style!

    ‘whole is greater than sum of its parts’ – definitely proven here