NicP

He stood at the corner of a circle.

Half his life on the left, half on the right. He estimated the height of the jump from the known into the unknown.

At twelve hours before twelve, a churchbell rung. He wondered whether people still go to church to listen. Do they rather go to think?

At 20 years after twelve he stood at the arch of a square. No decision made. At one hour before one the church bell stayed silent, unsure how many times to ring. Should it be twelve or should it be none?

While the church bell was considering, the man tried to touch all the corners of the octagon. Then he melted away.

The churchbell turned his head to watch … and never rung again.

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