Sneak peak SS 2

Heres another sneak peak at a short story I have written, this one may evolve into a much larger story. I hope you enjoy the little bit of the story I give you.

Isle of the Dead

Somewhere on a distant island a small old man with spectacles and suspenders sits in a room silently watching a clock tick. The clock ticks on and on echoing through the halls leading up to his desolate office. He sits watching it patiently and firmly holds his head up with both his hands leaning forward in his office chair. His gaze so unflinching that if an outsider were to see, they’d think him a statue. The clock is ticking; the sound piercing his brain, all the way down to his very soul. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock.

A clock goes off in the room but not the one he was gazing at. He picks up the clock he was gazing at and places it in his pocket and moves about the room. His office is filled with clocks, millions and millions of clocks, tiny and big. He gets up from his chair and shuts off the clock, removes its batteries and a card attached to it. He puts the batteries away in his desk; there is always a new clock that will need them. He punches out the card and stands silently for a moment. The card says Eliza Sputman, he knew an Eliza once. Doing this is always hard for him. His frail frame shakes for a second as he stands then he thumbs the clock in his pocket and then he continues on. He places Eliza’s card in the outgoing mail. The mail always goes to one place. Three other clocks go off and he goes back to work.

Eliza Sputman drives down the silent road uncertain of where she is going...

There that's the end of your sneak peak. Hope you enjoyed it and want to finish the rest of the story.