Current Residence: A Doll's House|
Favourite genre of music: Golden Oldies... yeah.. I'm lame like that
Personal Quote: The simple life is to not look beyond what you already have and make do with what is given
His Grandfather's ClockTick-tock.His Grandfather's Clock by Skyepie
The sound was getting on his nerves. It was a steady rhythm that somehow beat out of sync with his own heart and breathing. Who in this day and age still used something as antique as a wind up clock anyway?
The answer was simple: The old fart lying before him. Wind the clock, wind the clock. That's all he said lately, staring intently at the polished wooden face with its gilt covered numbers whenever he managed to open his eyes.
At least the doctors had finally given up. "Let him live out his last days in his own bed." He could not even begin to describe the last months of commuting to and fro the hospital. The check ups, the treatment, all of it burning a hole in everyone's wallets. They shouldn't have bothered once the doctors said it was terminal. He just couldn't understand why.
He wasn't lacking in compassion, he just didn't know the decrepit skeleton of a man that reclined half-propped on a mountain of cushions. He'd never met him, bare