101 Word Fiction - 001
It was early. The clock managed to elude him each time he glanced for it, forcing him to burn precious seconds scanning the laptop’s screen for the sans-serif numbers. One more minute passed him by. Dark eyes stared into his as he looked balefully away from the glowing screen. Such beautiful dark eyes, resting above a gentle smirk. A glance back towards the glowing screen brought another minute to its knees, once his hungry eyes found the clock again. He bitterly wished those dark eyes were still his, as he slowly tore up the photo that had hung by his screen.
© Bernard Klinke 2009
