The Clock Was Ringing

How many clocks?

The clock was ringing. Ringing a bit more than usual. It still had the same rate and sound as it always had. Shaking the objects on the shelf only slightly to and fro but never falling except for the little wooden statue that was put at the left side of the shelf next to a portrait of a little girl next to man bending his knees so his head can reach the little girl's head. It fell to the ground and lost its left arm. There were three main pieces one being a portion of the arm, the other two were its thumb and the other a part of its hand. The rest where insignificant in size and were spread apart across the room probably lost forever. It stayed there immobile with the irksome ringing in the air now. The clock only continued ringing. It was one of those classical ones with the little piece of metal clanging repeatedly at the hollow circle, so fast you can see it three time as it goes to clang the circle and go back to its place. It stayed like that for the next half hour. Until a little lead put it to sleep.

"I should stop doing that... oh shit... not again"

She threw away the pink like bed sheet to the ground as she rushed to the closet's sliding doors, slashing it to the side and smashing the wall with a screeching sound like that of finger nails scratching a chalk board.

She stripped herself but carefully removing her shirt and baggy pants at the end of her legs and hands. Whatever it was she would never want her clothes to get ripped. Especially these. She put them in their special hangers and picked two other pieces. She took her other necessities and left locking the door behind her. She went down stairs until she saw Mr.Worthsford standing at the end of the stairs.

Damn it not again! "Good morning Mr.Worthsford!" She said with an exuberated smile.

"How many times do I have to tell you Karli..."

"Sorry about the noise Mr.Worthsford I promise it won't happen again"

"I would like to believe that for the coming week but it always seems to happen again and again..."

"I was just late this time and I'm in a hurry"

"No not this time you have to pay your promise"

"Can't I do it after my shift?"

"You will do it now and then go"

"I can't lose this job Mr.Worthsford, you can't believe how hard it is to find any good jobs these days"

"Oh yes I can and I feel I'm gonna lose it if you stay here."

"Please Mr.Worthsford" She put her right hand on his shoulder and used the other to put a flock of her red hair behind her ear. Mr. Worthsford had a little smile growing from the write of his mouth.

"I can't lose this job... give me any punishment just after my shift."

Mr.Worthsford signed.

"All right... all right go"

"Thank you" She said with a slightly girly high-pitched voice. "They don't call you Worthsford for nothing!"

She opened the wooden door and left. Mr.Worthsford proceeded to sit on his wooden chair while smoking a cigarette and watching the birds outside singing and flying off.

"You just can't say no can you Tom"

"What can an old man like me say otherwise Jenny?"

"Men... always after the pretty young face" She said with a smirk

Mr.Worthsford only smiled as he let out his second batch of smoke to the air.

The air was a bit stingy today. Not that it was something new but it felt a tad different as if a person's own lungs vomited the air it so readily needs in every breath. The noise was probably the same as it was always with its own never ending irritating pressure like in today's society or at least the parts that nobody wants but can't get out of.