When the Clock Strikes Never
A Satirical representation of being a Human
This is not a fairytale nor is it of Grimm, it is a narration of how life can change, for the ones who cave in. There I stood and wondered, “A beautiful day”. The sun glistening just the perfect amount, the air that I breathed held just the right proportion of consolation that tranquilized me off the fate that was about to be sealed. The place had been my home for 20 years and I had seen many come and go. Although I didn’t mind the temporary visitors that I have had the privilege to. The walls of my room witnessed a collection of stories that would stir a soul rather than move it. I stared at the rusted fan on the ceiling that barely moved with memories of the conversations that I had, the way they made me feel. There was this one particular companion that I stayed with the longest and ours was a bittersweet parting. We wept like little children with a hope to meet someday, somewhere and I did, as seeing him was the last wish I asked for. When I first came here, I was drenched with fear and the notions that tomorrow may not be another day. I was never allowed to have an opinion or even justify myself. Even though I could speak, it felt like my voice was taken away from me. I was simply counting my days as the endless nights dragged on, unknowing when would be my last.
You see I have been in Jail for the past 20 years of my life and my only crime was I stole, I stole out of desperation to save the one life that meant the most to me. Being a learned man I never thought that I would be forced to do such a thing. And then what was a petty theft was turned into a full-blown Mafia crime by a carpetbagger that has brought me to this day. I didn’t fight because I knew there was no point in it and I had already lost my precious wife so there was not much to live for. However, the feeling of dying is a horror and to adjust to the thought of it is itself a struggle, no matter what. I never thought I would make it past one week in which everything happened. But then the week turned into months and months to years and I have actually gotten used to this fact that they may just come when they want to. For now, I’m just a news waiting to happen. Today’s the day I will be leaving for good, no more visitors, no more living in dark walls. I will be free and I will be journeying to a different world and honestly, I can’t wait for it to happen.






