The End of Time – Flash Fiction

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock …

The inexorable, monotonous dissonance, unchanged for eternity was the only sound in the CCR (Cosmos Control Room), marking out the invariable, unremitting, advancing flow of time.

Tick …

Tock …

Almost undetectably the interval had increased.

Tick …

 

Tock …

Definitely slower now, the period was getting greater.

Tick …

 

Tick …

 

Silence.

For the first time ever.

In the darkness something stirred.

“For My sake, Peter, you have forgotten to wind the grandfather clock again!”