Clocks Part 2
Amanda gripped her Grandpa’s hand. It was time.
Grandpa looked down at her. “You ready sweetpea?”
Amanda nodded, but remained silent. She was aware of two things; her heartbeat racing in her chest and the warmth of her Grandpa’s hand.
Grandpa pulled out a small tin and handed his grand-daughter a small green leaf. “Here eat this. It will help.”
Amanda took the leaf and chewed on it. A fresh minty flavor exploded in her mouth. Her heart beat slowed and her mind became clear. Grandpa opened the clock face and pressed the center of the dial. Seconds later, a tingly sensation came over the child. Every part of her body felt light, her legs wobbly. Her body moved, as if sliding down a slide, then seconds later they were standing inside a clock tower.
On all sides of the room was a twenty foot clock face with large metal gears moving near the center. The familiar sound of ticking filled the air. She squeezed Grandpa’s hand, he returned the gesture with a smile. Grandpa walked toward a small door and opened it. Hand in hand they stepped out onto a small balcony with an iron railing that wrapped around the entire tower. Spread out before them were more clock towers in all different shapes and sizes.
Confused Amanda looked up at her Grandpa. “Why are there so many clocks?”
Grandpa gave her a serious look. “Each clock represents a human life. There are many humans and therefore many clocks.”
Amanda took another look, her brows furrowed. “We come from a land of clocks?”
Grandpa laughed and pulled Amanda close to him. “In a way, we do, but it’s much more complicated than that.”
Amanda leaned onto the railing and peered down below. “What do people do here?”
Grandpa rubbed his chin. “Well, some of us make clocks, others are clock watchers, but we make sure the clocks run right.”
Amanda’s face scrunched up. “Run right?”
Grandpa motioned back into the room. “All those wheels and gears need to be oiled and taken care of, if not someone could die before their time.”
Amanda’s eyes widened. “Die before their time? How’s that?”
Grandpa waved at all the clocks in front of them. “All these clocks are connected to a human life.” He bent down next to her and pressed his palm on her back. “Our job is to keep everyone’s life on schedule.”
Amanda gazed back at the clock towers. Her face was riddled with worry. There were so many lives to take care of.
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