If not for the pendulum, the hours would be infinite in the darkness where they stood. But now approached the witching hour, the final hour and the moment the angels pray for. Were it not for the pensive purr of a hundred hearts, there would truly be void among the black. And when the clock struck zero, they came to life with fire to dim the stars and wings laden with reckoning.
“Control to all squadrons; launch in order, and give ’em hell!”
My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. This week’s theme was ‘Midnight’, and what better way to light the darkness than 50,000lbs of afterburner 🙂
I hope you all enjoy