My eyes glance towards the clock
My fingers are flying across the keys
I know there won't be enough time...
Why am I trying to pretend that there will be?
There hasn't been up to now
And now there's even less...
Five minutes,
I've never willed words to come more quickly
My breathing's becoming shallow
He didn't tell me it'd be like this
He just gave me the time limit
Shortest time limit in my life
Long enough to write this
Goodbye...
Tick, tock
The end.
Author notes
Isaac Asimov:
If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster
Comments
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Wow, I felt rushed...very well written on the clock, I mean quote. Blessings.



