Like Ten Quiet Females
They were ten. Together. Moving in laborious steps.
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1 min readNov 8, 2017
As if their every desire was a long-term investment, and without an acknowledgement.
They turned. Around the same axis. They crossed (hours hand). Were crossed (by seconds hand).
Too banal. Organically immune.
Ten minutes.
Like a group of ten quiet females.
When taken out of a clock protocol, they would form a constellation in the sky in the shape of a broken question mark!
Not really focused on acknowledgements.
Ten minutes. (For a support engineer who replies to an email late.)
