Short Story: Tick-Tack

Last year, I had a spate of writing short, silly things. I’ve no shame in sharing them, apparently…

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Tick-tack tick-tack tick-tack.

Jack whirls around and scans the pavement, thinking he’s dropped something plastic. He just heard it, didn’t he? Bouncing along behind him. But there’s nothing on any of the wide, flat flagstones behind him, only fledgling moss in the cracks between them, and scattering dust of the day making the wave-shape of the winds that drift acr...