The Clock That Borrows Time
Emma first noticed it on a Tuesday afternoon, when she sat at the dining table, shoveling breakfast into her mouth. The minute hand of the old town clock had
been stuck at 7:15 for a couple of minutes. She stared at it for a while, forgetting her breakfast as it started to turn cold. Weird, she wondered when turned back to her food. Maybe this clock is just too old, it can slow down if it doesn’t have enough battery, thought Emma. But it wasn’t until dinner that night, that the weirdest part started.
Emma looked blankly at the sausage on her fork, wishing it could vanish in this instance so she could finish her homework earlier. Suddenly, the light flickered dimly, on and off, everything started to slow down, nearly stopping.Her mother’s voice ended in mid-sentence. The pattering of the rain and the wooshing of the wind’s sound became fainter. Then it all flashed back into normal.
Everything was still there, but a note fell from no-where, unfolding by itself, showing ink black letters engraved on it. Emma read the letters slowly and causiously, it said: Borrowed one minute, might return, be patient… Then it vanished.
After the note disappeared. Emma looked up towards the
old town dock standing before her, the clock showed 6:12 , which was one minute earlier than before.