Clockwork

by Rod Drake

A distant constellation was burning itself out in a corner of the sky. No one noticed or cared; they just continued their routine, workday life, hoping for something fun or at least interesting to happen. I sat on the end of my weathered Minnesota dock, strumming my acoustic guitar, singing old Paul Simon songs. Fish came up to the surface under my feet, hoping the shadows on the water meant food. Somewhere in the cabin up the slope my girlfriend Amy lay in bed and wondered what it all meant. I looked back at our cabin, then up at the sky and knew what it all meant.

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