He was clubbing the clock with a baseball bat.
“Whatcha doin’?” she asked.
“Killing time.”
“That’s dumb.”
“Pardon?”
“That’s not time. That’s a chronometer. It just measures time. It’d be like trying to kill a virus by smashing a thermometer.”
He slumped. “So, what? I need like a time vaccine?”
She shook her head. “That would stop time, but you already have time.”
“What do I do?”
She shrugged.
“If I can’t kill it, what if I just pass it?”
He tried walking back and forth over the mangled clock....
Published on December 21, 2017 04:00