| | Gears.
Something has happened to clockwork. It started a few days ago when his call began to sound somehow different. His usual mechanical screech became a whine, and the whine became a shriek, and the shriek became a series of strained clunks, as though something were holding back the gears in his belly. The next day, there was no sign of him.
Yesterday I went walking and came across his body. I'm sure it was his: sleek and black, but torn open to reveal shining brass gears inside. I don't know if it's possible to say that clockwork is dead, but that was my first thought. My second was, looks like a cat got him; my third was, that's last way I expected him to go.
As I stood there dumbfounded, a black shape swooped down from a branch. In a flash, it snatched something from clockwork's carcass and launched itself back into the sky. It took a moment to get my bearings again, and in that moment I noticed two things: crow laughing, and the small, shiny key dangling from his beak.
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| | Posted 6/22/2009 8:50 AM - 10 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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