THE BULWELL ACADEMY 2024/25
The rusted case of the clock scratched at my skin and as I held the top button down, the wooden floor started shifting, the shelves rebuilt themselves, then all the books disappeared and the varnish on the shelves looked as if something invisible wiped it away.
The wallpaper wrapped itself up, the carpet did the same, chairs stacked atop each other!
That sight itself distracted me from the floorboards lifting up, screws twisting off each plank. They flew into my face and I wanted to flinch but…
I couldn’t move. Some force kept me there. I was stuck, watching seasons pass, the sun and moon blurring between each other.
Once the walls were broken down, I saw people walk across the pavements with wiped and foggy faces.
Clothes changed…
Sleeveless shirts to polo shirts to fully buttoned-up blouses.
Caps to fedoras to top hats.
The pavement itself looked less worn down yet dirtier as time passed. And finally, everything slowed, and I looked down at the pocket watch, now looking modern, with a touchscreen and digital time.
The second I let go of the power button that replaced the old rusted switch…
The air I used as ground broke.
