(https://www.blog.halon-chronicles.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/TheClocksInside.png) (https://www.blog.halon-chronicles.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/Title.png) | The Clocks Inside - Ye Olde Firste Draft I knew in my heart that Henry hadn't cheated, but each time I saw his face, all I could see was Constance throwing her lips against his. I'd never been a jealous woman, but Henry and I belonged to each other. I set my suitcase down on the doorstep, rusted iron wrought in elegant designs over the old oak door. Numbers burned into the wood changed with the second, the hour, it was the only clock in the universe that kept true time. A knock on the door wasn't necessary. As soon as my knuckles hovered against the weathered wood, grandfather opened. He never called unless something horrible happened, and he never called mother. Only me, because I never had to forgive him. But his daughter--my mother--was another story. Read more > (https://www.blog.halon-chronicles.com/writer-in-motion-first-draft-the-clocks-inside/) Inspirations: Pinterest (https://www.pinterest.com/kjharrowick/writer-in-motion/) | Final Frontier by Thomas Bergerson (https://www.youtube.com/embed/VUXzn487tV0) |