Tick Tock

Tick... Tock...

Gertrude shuffled out of her bedroom and into the empty hallway where only a large wooden grandfather clock watched over the windowless tunnel.

Tick... Tock...

She shuffled into the kitchen and prepared her morning coffee. What would she do with her day today? She looked at the large wall clock. It read 8:45am.

Tick... Tock...

Gertrude glanced over at her floral wall calendar hanging above her puppy page a day calendar. October 17. Four days from now would be her ninety-second birthday.

Tick... Tock...

Ninety-two years, and what did she have to show? Not much, really.

Tick... Tock...

She couldn't remember everything, of course, but she wanted to think of some great accomplishment of her own over the last several decades. Nothing came to mind.

Tick... Tock...

Tick...

Tock...