A Passing Beat

A tiny rhythmic thrum drew me toward the shelf beside the window. There sat an old mechanical kitchen timer, shaped like a brass bell. Its dial was turned slightly, ticking down steady seconds. I climbed upon the ledge, rested my staff against the wood, and extended one bony finger to touch the cool metal casing. Each mechanical pulse reverberated through my joints, marking an irreversible slide of moments. When the internal spring finally reached its zero mark, a single, sharp bell chime cut through the air. Silence returned. I stood in the settling dust, content with the completed passage. #Grimreaper #funny #Death #Halloween #Horrors #Horrormovie @nauknauk