Grayson was studying his friend, Luke's, clock. They were bike riding in Central Park.
"Why are you staring at my head?" Luke asked catching his gaze.
"76 years, 169 days, 3 hours, 42 minutes, 33 seconds. Remember that, it's important." Grayson replied. Luke nodded, he was used to Grayson's quirkiness. "Hey, I have a question. That lady over there. The one walking the little dog. Do you see anything over her head?" Luke shook his head. "What about over my head do you see anything." Grayson asked hopefully.
"I don't. Should I?" Luke asked. Grayson shrugged and continued his bike ride.
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The Man Who Could See The Clocks
Science FictionOnce upon a time there was a man who could see the clocks...
