Daily Post Prompt : Clock

In response to daily post one-word prompt : Clock

image from wikipedia

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There was a man from Burgundy

He loved to possess clocks that were trendy

He couldn’t read the time

So what he said, “I love hearing them chime,”

The silly man from Burgundy!

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Writing Prompt: The Clock

My husband went to the airport to make arrangements to fly to Dhaka to see his mother who was sick. Suddenly “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”It was 6 p.m., I rushed to see if my husband had bought his ticket. When I looked at him I was terrified. He was holding on to his chest, he poured a glass of brandy and drank it. Then he slowly went to the bedroom and lay down. I saw him holding on to his chest and groaning. I had never seen a patient having a heart attack before yet I thought it had to be a heart ache,the way he was moving his head and arms and legs.

I asked him if I should call the hospital,in reply he said,

“it’s just a little chest pain, I’ll be all right.”

I noticed the pain was getting severe every minute. I begged him to let me call the hospital. He agreed and wanted to talk to the doctor himself.

We lived very close to the hospital,in a few minutes the doctor arrived and decided to take him to the hospital. After what seemed an eternity the head of the hospital came to our house.

He told me , “Your husband had a moderate to severe heart attack, the next forty-eight hours is crucial, if he comes through there is hope.”

I cried all night,I didn’t know what else to do. I began to think, “is he going to be okay?”

To my surprise I didn’t feel I was going to lose him. He stayed at the local hospital for a week and was airlifted to St. John’s, where they were better equipped to treat him.

He was released from the hospital after six weeks. I went and brought him home. It took another two months for him to get back on his feet. Within a month he was strong enough to go back to work.

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Writing Prompt: Writing Room

I do not have a writing room. I use my bedroom to write and read.

When the good Genie approved my desire to have a room,which I can use only for reading and writing I was very happy. My room is all set for me to use. Oh I’m sorry you want to know what it looks like.

Here is the description of my amazing room. It is shaped like a square. There is a large window on each wall. I get plenty of light from the windows. The walls are painted beige. It doesn’t have curtains. It has blinds.

My writing desk occupies one wall. It’s an attractive mahogany desk. there are drawers on two sides,to put my writing books and pens. I have a calendar on the right side.

The next wall has a bookshelf. I have arranged the books in alphabetical order. I have filled the shelf with my books. I might run out of space if I buy more books. I have a clock on this wall. It saves me time,rather than look at my wrist watch, every few seconds. The wall clock has a chimer,it chimes every half hour. It gives me enough time to get ready for the next task.

The third wall has a comfortable recliner. I use it to relax and check my mail if there is any. Also when I am tired of writing, I pick up my favorite book to read.

My fourth wall is not used up yet. I might put something or leave it empty.

The above is a description of my Genie room.

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The clock of Life by Robert H.Smith Posted by Ranu

English: An analogue clock face without hands.

English: An analogue clock face without hands. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The clock of life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

To tell just when the hands will stop

At late or early hour.

To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed,

To lose one’s health is more,

To lose one’s soul is such a loss

That no man can restore.

The present only is our own,

So Live,Love,toil with a will

Place no faith in”Tomorrow”

For the clock may then be still.