Another Second, Gone
By Ryan Matejka
Based on the writing prompt: I watched the clock tick over from 11:59 to 12:00. Another day, gone, just like that.
I watched the clock tick over from 11:59 to 12:00. Another day, gone, just like that.
This idea that we're supposed to be always moving toward something became an insane notion after she passed.
After she passed, it was like everything in life became about loss.
Another day, gone. Another breath, gone. Another heartbeat, gone.
Nothing's ever arriving. Everything's leaving.
The end slowly approaches.
She would have wanted me to keep going. She would have wanted me to move on. She would have wanted me to look to the future.
She would have, most preferably, not wanted to die. I'd say that cancels out all the rest.
Another wish, gone. Another plan, gone. Another future, gone.
The seconds float away like dust shaken from a rug.
None of them capable of bringing her back.