Until it ends, there is no end

The sound of the clock echoed in the huge room. I stared up at it, at its pendulum swinging side to side. Time seemed to be dragging on. The room was bare, with only a large window to look out of. Outside it, there was a whole different world. A world full of happiness and joy. But in here, in this house, the world was a completely different place. It was a cruel world; it …showed first 75 words of 1156 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1156 total…on two things, en Edward Hopper painting "Morning sun" and the idea of final minutes. The idea came to me after reading a friends essay describing someone going into the elcetric chair. I have a friend who went through a period wehere she was in the same state as the character in my story, but she did not take any extreme action. I wrote it so she would see how people around her would react.