God Awful Reminder

Byles_waggoner

The light flickered… the landscape, reflected and mirrored, stretches out, filling the expanse.

The little pieces are placed—trees and bushes set, and then adjusted perfectly.

The intricate details were difficult to manage, but these… miniature, small… diminutive… I am not even sure anymore what to call them. They are detailed and seem perfect for the piece.

The light flickers again. Ugh, I should fix that too, but I need to get this done…

Two days… two days down… Saturday, or is it Sunday… we need to be finished by Saturday.

That means only four more days. I try not to hurry, but looking at the clock is a god-awful reminder of the deadline…

…The last piece finally put in place. Finally. I laid back and rested. My only thought… why did I create time anyway… stupid clock.

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