The Clock

The clock was the last thing to go as Joe and Kim boxed up his Mom’s belongings. It stood watch over the kitchen through countless family moments, from big holiday gatherings to quiet tears shed in solitude. The wall changed completely the moment he took it down and stepped back. It was barren and lifeless; its matte eggshell finish took on a gray cast as Mom’s face had in those final moments.

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Trying to figure it out by writing it down. Interested in politics, health and fitness, writing and personal development.

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