She kept glancing at her watch, as though waiting for something to happen- though she couldn´t have said what. The relentless hands of the clock chased one another in circles, never meeting, only turning back to begin again. How simple life would be if you could do the same, with nothing else mattering—wouldn’t it? When she stared at them, they seemed to quicken their rhythm, carrying her away to imagined worlds, as vivid and beautiful as she could ever conceive.
Then, a sudden crash jolted her back. She froze, left alone with her thoughts—thoughts that, for a moment, found their own voice. And what a voice it was: far beyond any tolerable decibel. She wondered what could have caused it. Yet outside, nothing had changed. The city lay still, its outline at once blurred and alive.
Gradually, the mystery revealed itself. She realised it was silence—the harshest sound she had ever known. The clock’s battery, drained from endlessly driving the hands, had finally made itself heard, staging its protest with exhaustion.
She looked around. Everything was fine—better, even, lighter. The weight of that silence had been too heavy, smothering her thoughts, refusing to let them breathe.
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