Isn't he the most precious thing? she purred.
Yes, he's adorable, the mother replied uneasily.
She'd never told anyone but, the moment he was born, the lightning bolt had struck the house and every single clock had stopped at the witching hour.
Written for YeahWrite's GargleBlaster prompt #159
This week's question:
Have all your clocks stopped?
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