"Crossing"
by Sarah Morris '18
She watches the clock tick every second, never
stopping. No matter what else happens, life
will go on whether she is ready
or not. The words she hears are a
reminder of what she does not want to remember.
She tries to brush the images out
of sight and mind but she cannot, and
the hot tears begin to well up behind
her eyes. They skew her vision
and make a watery wall between her and
the rest of the world. The hands of the clock
seem to waver and they make her think
that maybe, although life goes on, it
would be different than before. The clock chimed
twelve, and it filled the quiet house with sound.
stopping. No matter what else happens, life
will go on whether she is ready
or not. The words she hears are a
reminder of what she does not want to remember.
She tries to brush the images out
of sight and mind but she cannot, and
the hot tears begin to well up behind
her eyes. They skew her vision
and make a watery wall between her and
the rest of the world. The hands of the clock
seem to waver and they make her think
that maybe, although life goes on, it
would be different than before. The clock chimed
twelve, and it filled the quiet house with sound.