Death’s Hourglass

Tadhg Flinter

Death studied the hourglass that lay on its side. The more it looked, the more unsettled and confused it felt. This wasn’t like normal, Death was usually so organised. Death went over to the hourglass and picked it up and looked at the sand sitting there, motionless. It was curious as to who’s hourglass it was. When Death looked, a wave of relief washed over it. It was Life’s hourglass. It lay sideways; if Life’s time came to end, so would Death’s. Placing the hourglass back the way it was found, Death left the room.

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