Halted

Flash fiction

Andrew Johnston

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Photo by Swag Photography on Unsplash

The clocks in the office all stopped working at precisely 2:41 and, by the reaction of the peons, you’d think that time had abandoned its endless march and lain down to rest for good and all. But then there always was a chance this might happen, at least in the shadowy recesses of minds less lit by reason’s illumination. There was always this agonizing space between ticks of the clock, when it felt like the hands might just…

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Andrew Johnston

Writer of fiction, documentarian, currently stranded in Asia. Learn more at www.findthefabulist.com.