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“Downswing” – short story

DOWNSWING

Tick.

I sit and listen to the emptiness. A circle of light, cast by a source I cannot see, marks the edge of my world.

Tock.

A gigantic pendulum swings back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm.

Tick.

It comes and goes. The only company I have, and the only thing that tells me time has not yet stopped for me.

Tock.

That I may still be alive…

Tick.

The pendulum’s creased face catches the light as it passes through my world before disappearing in the shadows high above. A soundless moment, then: