The Ticking
Ticking. Ticking. Ticking.
The ticking never ceased. Never ceased. Never ceased.
He grabbed the clock. Grabbed the clock. Grabbed the clock.
Thrust it down to the ground. Down to the ground. Down to the ground.
It smashed into dozens of tiny fragments. Tiny fragments. Tiny fragments.
Now the ticking had ceased. Ceased. Ceased.
It was over. Over. Over.
No more ticking. Ticking. Ticking.