Tick Tock

50 words.

In a dead landscape on a veiled night his memory fades. There’s a quiet peace that comes from the rhythmic tick tock of the time bomb ticking in his head. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The skies around him slowly turn from grey to black. Eyes closed. Deep breath. He disappears.

6 thoughts on “Tick Tock”

      1. That’s why I like digital photography. To me being able to swipe an effect here and try a blend there is like having a blank canvas in front of you. You can literally take your imagination and put it into a photo.

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