Timeless Boy: Part I

Once upon a time there was a boy. He was a lonely boy, although he didn't know it. If you had asked him, he would have told you he was quite content. He had family who loved him, friends to play with and toys at his fingertips. What more could a little boy want.

Tick, tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

In the living room of the house the boy lived in was a Grandfather Clock. It was tall and imposing, its presence felt every minute, every hour of the day.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong

When no one was home the boy would stand and look at the clock for long minutes. The crisp hands dashing through the moon, or underlining the sun emblems on the face. The boy would eventually close his eyes and sway back and forth with the rhythm of the pendulum. He would let the passing of time resonate deep within him. In these minutes everything was ordered and clear.

Tick tock, Tick tock, Tick tock.

In his little boy mind, he would wonder who the Grandfather was who made it, and how he could find him to tell him how much he loved the clock. His eyes still closed, the boy stepped closer to the clock, sliding his toe on the edge of the hands.

Ding dong, Ding dong, Ding dong.

Silence.

The boy held his breath. He could never remember a time, when the clock was not ticking. Where could he be that time didn't exist? He could feel brightness pressing against his eyelids. Standing very straight, he opened one eye a slit, then gasping he opened both his eyes wide in wonder.

To be Continued....