My mother always told me about the grandfather clocks. The ones she would hand down to her children if she ever passed away. One sunday morning of 1973 mother May had found out she only had one day left before she would die. Nobody new why not even her oldest daughter Blair White who was closest to her. You know, I never saw my mother as my boss or caretaker, I never realized my life was in her hands untill I moved out. Instead saw her as a friend because she had none and I had none since father left. We only had each other. I never called mom mom, only May. Working on the farm as a kid I never had time for school. I helped pay for the bills and buy May medicine. Saturday morning I got a grandfather clock. I spent 10 years raising my siblings Mary, Ashely, William, And Jaclyn. And every day I thought of her and looked at the grandfather clocks. At a poker game in Vancouver my brother Ashley sold his grandfather clock I had no idea why but it was so he could help pay bills. Then I went to a party and got in contact with a woman claiming she was a witch but I never believed her but I was wrong. So very wrong.
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The Curse
FantasyIf there was no time would life have meaning? Would there be such thing as time at all if we had no life? Does Blair have enough time to last in time?
