Five hours

I add five to the clock. You’re probably winding wool
instead of clock hands, a view of Big Ben
from your office window, the smell of shepherds pie
blowing into the London air. My pie is apple, or

it would be if I took the time. Galas are
my favorites, though from time to time I will
condescend to red delicious. The clock meanders,
minutes mirrored around a globe revolving once a day

or so, while I despair at crawling five hours behind. I wonder
what you’re doing with your head start and if I’ll ever
catch up to you, dark hair wound between
five fingers, clock hands frozen at midnight.

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© 2021 Phillip Knight Scott

For this one, I used a prompt (Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Midnight) as well as a picture from our trip to London in 2014 that popped up in my Google Memories today for whatever reason. Thought it might be fun to create a story with this one.