Interrupted silence

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.

There’s something remarkably eerie about the hand of a clock ringing out into a quiet night. Counting, a constant reminder that time is passing. 

A sharp crackle and thud sounded as the fire sparked and the wood found it’s place in the coals. The embers lit up the otherwise monotonous lighting, snapping Alex back to reality.

She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, eyes nervously darting left and right, before settling back on the words of the page. Home alone, she pondered. Never been a fan.

The End

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