Patrick Eveans

Heart Shaped Lockets

Colin stared at the clock on the wall in a trance, the raging chorus of customers voices and chatter that filled the walls of a small, single roomed Burger World began to blur and came to an almost deafening silence. Tick. Tick. Tick. He instinctively clutched the heart shaped locket dangling freely from around his neck and emanated a faint glow as blue as the sky. It hummed and vibrated at a low frequency as a wave of anxiety and fear washed over Colin, for he knew his time was running out. The rhythmic beating of the clocks hands hammered against his ear drums, growing louder with each tick. A hand grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.