SFFSat - July 28

Welcome to another SFFSat, where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and shoot the breeze.  Thanks also to everyone who stops by and leaves awesome comment.  Much appreciated!

Today, I'm featuring a snippet from a WIP with the working title of Time Fracture. This is a short story (or not) spawned from an idea my brother had, and where I've embellished into a sort of creepy science fiction borderline paranormal.

The premise is that as we age, we lose time, a phenomena shared by every person. However, in this screwy world, the culprit of this lost time, is Time itself. Our hero must now seek a way to escape its clutches, resetting Time to what it once was.

This scene, continues directly on from where I left off last week (check it out here) where he realizes his watch is part of the cause. Here, our hero, after pinpointing the cause of lost Time, makes other startling discoveries.

But how could this innocuous device hold such dangerous powers? This marvel of science, of ingenuity, of craftsmanship—what could be so sinister about it?

I’ll tell you why, because I’ve learned the truth.

In the days of my youth, our house only held two Time Markers: an electronic wall clock in the kitchen, and my father’s wristwatch. Unless Time called you, the need to mark Time’s progress went unnoticed. You were safe; it hadn’t yet seen you completely.

I look around my house now, an old post-colonial, semi-brownstone townhouse that has stood for over a hundred years. It has seen many summers, withstood many bitter winters, rejoiced in the birth of spring and wept with the falling of autumn’s leaves. It has seen Time progress into the twenty-first century and has held Time Markers within its walls—it has held many secrets.

My house is filled with obscenities.

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