the clock

He has built that alarm clock in a way that it won’t stop till he actually lifts it up and places it in its stand, across the room. For that he will have to be fully awake. Initially it kept repeating its shrill wake up calls then something went wrong. Very very wrong to be precise!

He started waking up to cold water splashed on face, from the toppled glass.
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Published on March 31, 2017 00:16 Tags: fiction, flash-fiction, micro-fiction, sharmishtha-basu, story
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