The clock on the wall had not moved in eleven years.
Once.
So he learned to live in 11:17.
Not because it was broken. The gears were pristine, the battery replaced every spring by a man in a grey coat who never spoke. He came, he clicked the new cell into place, he left. And the hands remained frozen at 11:17. Deadlocked in Time -Finished- - Version- Final
He stepped outside. The sun was low. The air smelled of rain and distant smoke. A car that was not hers drove past. He did not know what time it was. He did not look back at the window. The clock on the wall had not moved in eleven years