Our new home is known as the Clock Tower.
The village layout is a masterpiece of practical design, every house having a direct view of the clock face. We arrive one autumn evening, new keys and a fresh start, unpacking some essentials before sleeping on temporary beds.
In the morning it is silent, with no sounds or movement from the village, everything that we’d hoped for…
The clock! We forgot to wind up the clock!
The entire village has overslept. We hurriedly get dressed to make amends, our new neighbours already running up the hill to greet us.
A 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers.
Photo (c) J Hardy Carroll