Flash

The Old Clockmaker

an old man and a young boy looking at an hourglass
“Holy shit, Grandpa, how’d you do that?”

The clock maker finished his final piece, an hourglass that ran backward. As sand rose, so did memories of  laughter, lost love, childhood sunrises. When the last grain lifted,  there stood a boy with wonder in his eyes and sawdust on his palms. Time, it turned out, had missed him, too.