Sunday, March 25, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Horse Clock

This story was inspired by -- wait for it -- the clock on my mantelpiece and the Sekhmet postcard my friend Joey gave me. It started as a caption for the picture on my Facebook page. I liked the blue tone which resulted from the wrong setting on the phone ("fluorescent"? maybe). My friend Richard complimented me by calling it, "Hobanesque" which pleased me greatly. It will be in a collection soon; more as the details come together, but it will feature a number of writers all linked by the Burning Bridge theme.

My six:
 
At one time, there was another horse on the clock, but it fell in love with the chime and they ran off together, so the clock no longer keeps time. The horse that remains behind conceals his broken heart and keeps the ball ready in case anyone wants to play. Sekhmet awaits the desert breezes and the return of the rain.

"How does it begin?" The big hand asked the little hand.

"With laughter," said the little hand, "but it always ends in tears."

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7 comments:

Wendy said...

There's a lyrical quality to this. I really like it. Great six.

K. A. Laity said...

Many thanks for your kind words, Wendy!

Gayle said...

Ooh, wonderful snippet!

patonlorraine said...

Poetic six! The poor little hand sounds so cynical.

K. A. Laity said...

Gayle, thank you! :-)

Lorraine, the little hand has seen so much, she braces herself for the worst, but her heart remains open. Thank you :-)

jaylen watkins said...

Fine sentences. Much impressive.

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K. A. Laity said...

Thank you.