By Will
The clock is seen by two and watched intensely by one; fearing those dirty words approaching, “time is up”.
I hear the little boy inside say “I want to stay with you”, but my lips are muted by adulthood.
The practised joker in me plans to fake a fall, anything to stay with the connection.
“You can’t do that” the sensible one claims, “he will think I am mad”.
The punisher steps in “Well, you are mad” and my eyes look up and catch a smile from my master.
“What happened there Will”? he says; “I don’t know” I reply, and I turn again to gaze at the clock.
It’s 1pm, and all I have left is the seconds I see winding away.
“Say it”! demands one voice, “there isn’t time” is cried in defense.
Words pour out without prompt from either side, “I want to stay with you”.
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