I killed time today.
Now let me explain why it wasn’t my fault.
Murder was never my intention.
The day started out bright, the sun warm and extra thick against my skin. The air was thin but not so much that I couldn’t think clearly. I got to where I was going but I won’t tell you where just in case you are questioned. I smiled, waved, said my piece in the time allotted. I went about my business but Time had other plans for me.
Words weeped from its mouth like tar but I kept my feet in constant motion. To no avail. Against better judgement the sun left for the day. The moon had a premonition and couldn’t be bothered to do anything new except call in sick. The stars came, too little and quiet for me to really take notice. Not until after anyway.
And so it was there, in the darkness, that Time stole from me. I said nothing merely watched the treachery. I didn’t have to stalk, it came straight to my person demanding service, late payments and overdraft fees. I blinked in thought, looked up, and it was dead.
I promise you it was just as I tell you.
Easier than a thought, easier than a dream.
How to explain such a thing?
I sat alone at first, minding my own. The night was black and blue and cold down to the bone. It came, said one word to me. I snapped, wrapped my shoelace ‘round it’s neck and pulled with all my might, tight against the unnaturalness of the reaction. When I was done, I breathed in deep the heat of my destruction.
I killed Time today.
It was easy.
Life made me do it.