Keeping an eye on the clock
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”
The realisation I wasn’t superman…
Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground
each cut knee – a badge of honour…
Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed me off a wall and I ended up concussed
Or Perhaps when I had my IV shunt replaced to save my life (that was a biggie)
They say a cat has nine lives…this cat has lost three.
So I keep an eye on the clock – Time’s Precious.
The Inkwell 