Long Distance Relationship {a tiny story}
Agonizing in the highs and lows of their long distance relationship, the Hour-Hand and the Minute-Hand could only ever share brief romantic intervals together.
Then one midnight, on the dot, the clock's battery died.
THE END
this is just another surface tweak of a wonderful tiny story, this time the original was by OrigamiArtichoke:
"Nobody truly understood the perpetual agony of a long distance relationship like the hands of a clock:
The minute-hand and the second-hand could only ever share brief romantic intervals of 60,000 milliseconds.
And then one day, the battery stopped...
And the hands were together for what felt like an eternity.
THE END."
Then one midnight, on the dot, the clock's battery died.
THE END
this is just another surface tweak of a wonderful tiny story, this time the original was by OrigamiArtichoke:
"Nobody truly understood the perpetual agony of a long distance relationship like the hands of a clock:
The minute-hand and the second-hand could only ever share brief romantic intervals of 60,000 milliseconds.
And then one day, the battery stopped...
And the hands were together for what felt like an eternity.
THE END."
