Six Sentence Sunday: Horse Clock

This story was inspired by — wait for it — the clock on my mantelpiece and the Sekhmet postcard my friend Joey gave me. It started as a caption for the picture on my Facebook page. I liked the blue tone which resulted from the wrong setting on the phone (“fluorescent”? maybe). My friend Richard complimented me by calling it, “Hobanesque” which pleased me greatly. It will be in a collection soon; more as the details come together, but it will feature a number of writers all linked by the Burning Bridge theme.

My six:
 

At one time, there was another horse on the clock, but it fell in love with the chime and they ran off together, so the clock no longer keeps time. The horse that remains behind conceals his broken heart and keeps the ball ready in case anyone wants to play. Sekhmet awaits the desert breezes and the return of the rain.
“How does it begin?” The big hand asked the little hand.
“With laughter,” said the little hand, “but it always ends in tears.”
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