Clocks

The lights glow through the upstairs windows of this beautiful house, escaping into the night air.  Tonight, the windows seem sad though, as you would draw in a cartoon. The slight echo of his car approaching his beautiful house.  He built this house, every edge, every corner, every curve. Only a slight wind survives the engine on this cool summer night, felt and heard as he walks to his front door.  Tonight his door is in pain and is yearning for him to come in.  The walls cry out "save us". But he can't hear them.  Their sad faces, begging for freedom, from the chains they had to wear tonight. But he only sees his beautiful home, this beautiful home that he built. "Save us" they cry in a hoarse whisper stained in pain.  All their faces looking to their master to save them.  Walking  upstairs, again, "save us master".  You could see their hands, pointing his way up the stairs.  Tonight in his beautiful home, the windows, the walls, the lamps, the tables, the chairs, grow into a feverish chant, "save us, save us, save us"...pointing and chanting. The chanting builds as he approaches the door and stops immediately as he puts his hand on the door and opens it.  In his beautiful house, in his beautiful room, beautiful red satin sheets move as his beautiful wife made love to another man. The roaring chanting voices that he couldn't hear before were now bursting in his head and he heard his walls in his house screaming at him to save them.  They do not hear him as their bodies fell in a heap of sweat and lust, entangled between his beautiful red satin sheets.  As he hears his walls calling for him to free them from witnessing this treason, screaming like mad dogs at their master, they did not hear him when he opens the draw and aimed.

BANG...BANG...BANG...BANG...until all the clocks in his beautiful house finished their 12 gongs.

Silence filled the house like the end of a scream in a dark dungeon, never to be heard again. his walls were happy again.  The windows, smiling, the furniture, still.  Their bodies lay, motionless, as he did standing...standing, in his beautiful house.