The grain that never fell
The hour glass, that ruthless keeper of time showed no mercy. Every grain awaited its turn and unerringly slipped into the abyss below. The keeper would then right himself after the last grain had fallen to the depths and watch with unwavering attention, as the grains went by again, with time.
As the last grain found itself skidding down the smooth curves leading to the sink, something went terribly wrong. It didn’t quite drop to. The keeper didn’t right himself, partly because there was that one grain left and partly because he loved this phase he was stuck in, loved it all. Had he not waited long for this moment? Had he not yearned for it?
And the keeper remained in this state of bliss while everything around him changed, everyone did too. It all seemed to last until the last grain fell, catching the keeper unawares and he realized how things had changed around him, how people had changed too, making it seem like a surreal time warp that he was forced into. No, this was not his world.
He couldn’t right himself. He couldn’t quite recover. Had the last grain truly fallen?
As the curtains fall, the keeper makes his exit. There are no grains left and there will be none again, for the keeper’s time has come to an end. He will be no more.
