It's Time

The clock had read 12:19 for days. As tradition dictated, as he would have wanted, she'd stopped its hands when he'd died. The silence was deafening for the first two days, but that had been preferable to the sound that filled the void now.

It was the worst at night. After the relatives stopped ringing to “just check in.” After all the well-meaning (but entirely too numerous) condolence flowers and treats and casseroles were delivered. After she was truly alone. The sporadic tap-tap-tap’s filled the space. Coming from the walls. And she knew what it meant this time.

Death was knocking again.

Image and text created for Light Grey Art Lab's final gallery show, The End is Nigh.

For a little more historical context, exposition, and larger size, please check out my website at: https://coralmooreart.com/its-time