Never Ending

One night a young man had watched a clock in awe. Waiting endlessly for it to flip over and let the sand move freely through its odd shape. He clutched the leather book to his chest and bit his lower lip. Was he ready for this? Could he handle it? The mechanical clangs of the clock flipping over interrupted his thoughts. He was filled with excitement but also fear. It was overwhelming.

With one last click, the clock was ready and the tiny grains of sand started to move through its twisted shape. For a moment the doctor didn't move. He just stood there watching the clock with distant eyes. A sudden burst of energy awoke the doctor from his trance. Quickly he raced towards the large wooden table and set the book down.

He flipped through the thick pages, skimming over every detail. The first few pages were filled with diagrams and step by step instructions all depicting the making of a mannequin. His hazel eyes lit up with excitement. The rest of the pages were filled with all sorts of knowledge. He wished he could look through the entire book but he didn't have the time.

A metal rack over to the side was lined with body templates of all shapes and sizes. After careful consideration the doctor chose a female template that was a few inches shorter then him. Flipping back to the first page, the doctor read through the instructions again. It described filling the template with a precious metal.

Precious metal? He thought looking over the large shelves that hung above the table. To the side he saw three large buckets filled with three different coloured liquids. One gold, one silver and one copper. Grabbing the copper one he slowly walked it over to the template, making sure not to spill. He then filled the template with the copper liquid, checking the clock as he did so.

Setting aside the body, the doctor flipped the page. The mannequin needed a face. Rummaging through a drawer of eyes, the doctor found a large pair of bright blue ones. Putting them to the side, he looked through the hair styles that were placed neatly on a lower shelf. Beautiful brown curls caught his eyes immediately. He glanced at the clock, almost half way done.

Adding the features to the body, the doctor took a step back to admire his work. Practically jumping with excitement, the doctor turned back to the book and read the next page.

He chose a silk dress from the closet and grabbed a paint brush. Carefully he placed the dress on the mannequin and turned towards the mirror. As he adjusted the mirror, he brushed his brown bangs to the side. Complicated symbols ran across his forehead and down his cheeks. With a quick laugh, the doctor started copying down the symbols on the girls head. Taking his time, they had to be just right.

At last he was done, with a quarter of the time left. Looking down a the chair the girl was seated in, the doctor felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and joy. Even though the girl was still lifeless and her eyes were closed, the doctor couldn't help but feel proud. However the doctor was still very confused, how was he supposed to make the girl open her eyes?

Grabbing the girl, the doctor pulled her to the library and started reading a passage from an open book. It was a wonderful story of a prince and a princess but to no success, the girls eyes were still closed. He moved her to the art gallery and showed her some of the most interesting pieces. Sadly the girls eyes stayed shut.

Out of ideas and time the doctor brought the girl back to the centre room. He searched through the book as fast as he could. Finally on the last page he found an answer. A simple picture of two people dancing.

The doctor moved to the record player and played the first record he saw. Grabbing the girl he slowly started moving in a small circle around the room. For a while nothing happened, the doctor started to get worried and was constantly looking over his shoulder at the time. The dance became increasingly hard as the man became tired, it was starting to look hopeless.

With sudden jolt of energy the girl moved. Slowly the dance became easier and the girl opened her eyes. The girl gave him a gentle smile and then continued to dance. Following her lead the man smiled back. The man gazed into her eyes with wonder, they were as blue as the sea and as bright as the sun. Their fingers were interlocked perfectly and their moves were in sync.

After a couple moments they came to a finish in the centre of the room. With a look over his shoulder the man's smile faded. Reluctantly he let go of the girls hands and moved over to the book. Closing it tightly he gave it to the girl with one last smile. She frowned, hesitantly taking the book. Giving the doctor a look of confusion she started to speak but the doctor cut her off with a shake of his head. He smiled and with the final grain of sand, the man fell to the floor in a pile of dust.

The girl was alone. She held the book tightly and looked at the now empty space. A single tear dripping down her cheek. Some loud clicks made the girl jump, the clock had reset itself.

One night a young girl watched a clock in awe.