joshuadobson

He thought he was lucky to have escaped the fate that befell the others, until one of the blind nuns told the only of the orphans whose eyelids she and her sisters hadn't sutured closed, "One must look upon it."

Millie Donovan did a most extraordinary thing one damp autumn evening.   While the dead leaves danced on the rotten wind howling outside her storm windows, Millie went through her immaculately clean, tastefully decorated bungalow and set every clock, including the walnut grandfather clock in the family room, the miniature clock above the kitchen sink that sounded the song of one of the birds of North America every quarter hour, the black plastic kitty cat clock with oscillating eyes in the spare bedroom, and last but certainly not least the orange-glowing flip clock on the nightstand beside her bed, one hour behind. What the heck is dayligh