Flash Fiction: The Belltower
It passes like it or not. It won’t matter if you save the world or cure cancer or do nothing at all. It does not matter what your perception is either because time is steady. You can’t change it or stop it.
Before she went away, my mom and I used to go to this old belltower in town. Some old plaque said it was built for some dedication but it’s hard to read all the words.
I walked by there wondering if for some reason she would be waiting with a hot cocoa like before.
No one, just the belltower.