Prompt: Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
It’s a strange thing to know when you’ll die.
For some, they know mere seconds before. For others, only minutes.
The rare few know further than that…
As I leaned back in the driver’s seat I purposely closed my eyes. I was in the parking lot of my office. My car partially hidden by low hanging branches of an untrimmed tree.
It had been like any other day. Awake at seven, in work by eight, lunch at one, and out by five. No different from many days past, yet different in every imaginable way.
My bags were in the passenger seat- a half filled container exposing a meal never finished.
The radio played, but I couldn’t hear it.
My mind was blank. My breaths slowed.
An eternity seemed both to pass and fly by.
Perhaps I’d gotten the date wrong? The time even? But I knew it wasn’t the case.
I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.