Counterclockwise

Description

Those wild vodka swilling teenager years disappeared, and I realized, in the end, everything in life goes.

I noticed a sound, “tick, tick, tick,” and looked above the mirror, I saw a clock, but its hands were not progressing forward. It was going counterclockwise.

My eyes drifted back to the mirror, and that was when the lights cut off. I stared into the mirror, and I could still see a silhouette of my face in the dark. The mirror remained lit in a soft glow as memories began to surface.