Clockwork Tales :: Clockwork Tales Short Story Essays

Clockwork TalesTick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-TONG .............. Yeah, I finally got that damn clock to stop, the man mumbled happily. Now I can mold here and read in peace. He picked up his copy of Canterbury Tales, aching to find the insight that his professor swore was kept hidden within. He started once again. The Millers Tale. Hmm, I wonder how long it is. He started to flip through the pages one by one, counting them off. One, two, three, four, five, . . . seventeen. Well, thats not so bad. If I could just get started on it. He looked down and started to read. Whan that the Knight hadde thus his tale ytold. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Dammit He jumped up out of the easy chair, and in doing so sent his literature book cascading across the room. raise clock. Ill show you whats up. The poor clock really didnt know what to make of this. After all, it was just sitting there, doing its job of counting the seconds, minute subsequently minute, hour after hour . It was a good little clock. It was about the size of a baseball, and its brass plating was polished to a gleaming shine. It fancied itself as attractive. People love it. No one had ever told it to shut up before. This was all brand new to it. It wanted the man to be happy. It really did. But the man was furthermost from that at the moment. His fair skinned face was mottled and flushed with rage. His blond hair was tousled and unkept, and looked as though he had just woken up. His shirt was untucked from his jeans in various spots, almost making him look like a bum. The clock ticked to itself again as the man stepped closer. It was still vaguely upset at the shoe that had been thrown at it a few minutes before. Violence just wasnt the answer, the clock believed. If you just waited, time would solve everything. It was inevitable. The man was just a few steps away now, and the clock was frightened. What would this man do to him? Would he tear out his gears, pull out his plugs, or wo uld he merely fall apart him into the fireplace he was resting on, ending it all with single forceful blow. The clocks ticking sped up ever so slightly, half a second instead of a whole.