There is a girl drenched in time. Where others press their lips to their watches to suck out spare seconds, she empies her pockets and hours spill onto the floor. Her watch ticks on her walk home, slow and steady, lending minutes where milliseconds should be.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick...
T...
Winter falls - a sudden, silent, stillness - and the girl drenched in time is frozen.