Tick Tock

Tick tock goes the clock and she is awake, before the bell.  She looks at the ceiling tiles, knowing the camera can’t catch that corner where a large spider sits, spinning, spinning, creating.

Tick tock goes the clock and she recalls the letter.  Refused. Non-viable. Too old.

Tick tock goes the clock and the spider spins her web, making a home for her babies.  Tick tock, tick tock goes her biological clock.

Up she jumps, hidden from the mechanical eye: smash, swipe, squish.

Tick tock, tick tock.  BBBBZZZZZZZ. The lights come on, the TV burst into life. Her day begins.


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