Monks were forbidden to bring anything of the old life with them when they entered the monastery. But Mondo couldn’t resist sneaking in his heirloom antique watch.
The strictness ran him down. Constant visits from all kinds of trolls, elves, and fairies. Everyone seeking wisdom and guidance.
It was long hours: dawn to dusk.
A year in, Mondo couldn’t take it. After advising a centaur on the future, he excused himself. Slipping into the bathroom, he pulled out his watch. Winding the dial, Mondo turned it on. The world stood still.
Time frozen, he headed to bed for a nap.
Anne Dougherty resides in the suburbs of Philadelphia, PA with her husband, Jonathan, their dog, Ruby Tuesday, and her cat, Theodore. She’s worked in the veterinary field for over a decade. When not working, she can be found biking, reading, or writing. Her work can also be found in Bright Flash Literary Review, The Palisades Review, The Write Launch, Pfeiffer Phoenix, and others.
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