100-Word Horror

Flip

Empty at the bottom, and then sand. Grains pouring overhead, cascading and clinking on glass.

The man was asleep until he felt the grains in his ear, and then in his eyes. Awake, his heart raced into overdrive. He stood, floundered around, feet sinking, stopping here and there to throw his weight into the thick glass.

Walking became trudging until he could only but crawl. He tried his fists on the glass, splintering bone. Then his skull until it cracked. He lay still, eyes half-closed, blood seeping down the grains.

She saw the tiny man when she flipped the hourglass.