The clock chimes.
Her heart speads up.
tock.
It beats again.
Her breathing quickens as her heart stops.
No matter what she does the clock keeps moving.
Keeps ticking, keeps chiming.
tick.
She collapses on the ground at this last chime.
It's the eleventh hour.
Her time is running out.
Inspiration from: http://simplyme-riles.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-late.html
just breathe.
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thanks for the thoughts friends.