Secrets in time

February 10, 2013

The clock ticked loudly. Immersed in the menace of its relentless rhythm I waited, patiently. An hour. Two. Why? All I had was the address, passed to me by a beautiful stranger. As planned, she was wearing a red carnation and standing beneath the station clock. The clock ticked loudly.

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