Friday Fictioneers – The Town Clock

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © Jen Pendergast

Every hour, on the hour, the door opens and a host troop out—knights, saints, bishops, kings. The thing is a marvel. All around me, folk great and small in the cobbled square, crane up, waiting.

The hands of the clock move slow towards midday. I know it’s midday because both hands point straight up.

The first bong reverberates and the door grinds open. What’s this? A gnarled gnome and a dusky maiden? She bends; he … oh, but I can’t tell you. Disgraceful! I conceal my smile. Those damn prentice boys have been up to their tricks again.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

38 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Town Clock”

  17. Hahaha! This reminds me of a time I went to a small burger joint and noticed two Troll dolls in a compromising position. Apparently, I ruined their fun because I was the only one to notice or at least comment on it, so they felt compelled to separate them.

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