Angela

I watched the clock as the big hand hit the hour mark. It was a big clock, and I’d bought it because I couldn’t stand the quiet in my apartment, but now it was just annoying. I couldn’t help but be aware of the passage of time, even when I didn’t want to be.

The ticking sound it made as the second hand moved grated on my ears, though there were times when I let the sound lull me to sleep because I wasn’t adapted to being alone at home, yet. I’d probably get rid of it eventually or dump it on whoever I could find since it did cost me money.

It was seven p.m. on a Saturday night, and I was alone at home with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Instead, I was in my bedroom, staring at my clock as I urged time to go faster so I could finally go to sleep.

When did this become my life?

I thought back to the time when I was still a married woman. It felt like such a long time ago sometimes, but it had only been a few months. Since the divorce, none of my friends would talk to me. I hadn't r