Tyler Kelly

The Hourglass

The Girl sat quietly in the Hourglass. For the past seventy-nine years, all she had done was sit quietly in the Hourglass, for she was Time. She was the latest edition of the woman burdened with being Time. Her sadness kept the humans' clocks in order, so that’s what she had to be. She was nothing but a tool for them that they didn’t even know about. The Girl had never been given a name out of fear that it would make her “too human”, despite the fact that the only difference she had from one of them was that she couldn’t die. Being immortal wasn’t as fun as it had once seemed. Especially when all she could do was sit in the Hourglass and feel the effects of starvation wearing away at her bones, but never being granted the sweet taste of a meal, or the sweet release of death. She wished for death more times than a three hundred and twenty-nine year old should, especially an immortal one. But that was the purpose of Time anyway.