Clock

It's a rather interesting life being a clock on the wall of a classroom. You get quite a bit of attention from people. They always watch you and they hate you, love you, want to smash you, or make you go faster than your means.

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

When my hands point to the 11 and the 6, the dismissal bell rings loudly in my face and the children pack up and leave to lunch. The teacher stays behind. That's when the real fun begins.

Tick
Tock

A woman comes in; The lady teacher from the class next door. The male teacher grins and the lady teacher walks up closer.

Tick

They move towards the student's desks. They look behind them. Nothing there. They smile at each other, and they lock the door, turn off the lights and and close the blinds. I really wish that I could look away at this point, But I can't.

Tock

All I can do is watch as they commit beautiful, disgusting, evil, remarkable adultery, right there on the desks of the unknowing students out at lunch.

Tick

The bell rings once again, and they share a final kiss. They clean up, respectively, return the classroom to its former state, and the lady teacher leaves, without any parting words.

Tock

And the students file back in, not knowing what I've seen.


end.