Tick
It wasn’t like that soft rhythmic sound a clock makes in a silent room, a sound that can relax and sooth. This was a regular short sharp sound that played over and over again in my head counting away accomplishments or lack of accomplishments. It was a tally that I hated but seemed to have no control over. If I closed my eyes I could see each small disk being slammed against the next; a place marker keeping scoring in the game of my life.
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By Shari Marshall – April 2020
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OK. this actually creeped me out. If I keep hearing that sound today…
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Haha, glad that it had an effect! I can’t count how many times I have visited your blog and left with a wonderful lasting creepy feeling; such good writing!
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Big Hugs!!
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Interesting little piece!
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Thank you and thanks for visiting.
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