The machine stared.

One step back, one step forward. Sometimes it would turn east or west, as if searching for some change.

An unusual difficulty in deciding. It's absurdly accurate, or absurdly wrong.

As trying to imagine an elephant. You know you can't do that, due the oversized nature of the elephant.

tic... tac... tic... tac...

The ticking of clock. It's showing the continuity of the time, but not the potential bumps of the momentum.

It could be possible with a 60 tone clock.

bip... bap... bep... bup... bop...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The birds flew away in fright, and everything else felt silent. Very silent.

I wanted to be angry when remembered, the boys at school tormenting him, trying to make him look silly.

I looked back quickly, trying to surprise whoever had hidden the crowd, but this time, there was no one.

This is pretty much peculiar. What kind of trick they got this time? They were becoming increasingly skillful.

It was difficult to find out anything with the little info that was available.

A heavy rain began to fall. I looked up at the sky in disbelief, I felt like screaming.

I wanted to scold the clouds for choosing the worst possible moment to rain, I wanted to tell God to punish them by banishing them to some isolated corner of the sky. It wasn’t a coincidence, the clouds had chosen to rain. I clenched my fists, I closed my eyes, and then, then...
...
That's okay... There is no use...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I opened my eyes, again. I turned off the alarm clock. I saw the white roof with my eyes half-closed.

at my side, myself.

Where are you going? ... ... If I only knew You just ruined the joke ... ... jokes are supposed to make things better

He remained silent. For a long time.

It must be somewhere? ... ... then the answer is still missing It can be.. or not, who knows...

I was almost worried when finally found it. I remembered the hot water from the shower. A comfortable feeling.

tic... tac... tic... tac...

The ticking of the clock, again. It was rather slow. The sensation of the time, slow.

I stood there, motionless, but happy. I mean, tecnically happy. With no apparent external modulations or something.

... then, I noticed ... .. I was at same time ... . writer and written ...

Being single is awful.

Peta