The Grandfather's Clock by Omayra Vélez
Dong, Dong, Dong, three, it is morning. Tick, Tok, Tick, Tok, the grandfather’s clock on the first floor, takes cadence. At night, sounds get magnified, and all can be heard, even from the desolation and coldness of the basement. Darkness blankets my soul, and the hiss of the machines near me makes me want to shout. But there is something new tonight. I hear the crick of the front door and the…
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