creative writing · Flash Fiction

Flash fiction! Times up.

Time was always running out on her, the further she got, the faster it went. She was racing time- literally and losing.

Nearly half way through, she sped up and so did the hands on the clock she clutched. It’s tick-tocking reverberating through her, a second heartbeat, counting to it’s last.

Tick, tick, tick.

 

Times up.

Times up

 

Written for Creative Writing Ink

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