Eight A.M. Angelus- Red Writing Hood Prompt 8:00

This is the first time I've completed a writing prompt-and shared it. I figured it was about time. This week the prompt on Red Writing Hood was to write about my version of 8:00 -AM or PM, fiction or creative nonfiction- in 200 words or less.

Here it is...Exactly 200 words. Sharing my creative writing makes me nervous-sweaty palms and all.

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I was waiting for it like I always do. It’s become an addiction I know. At first I would lay in bed waiting for the first gong to emanate from the belfry; by the second I was usually at my window waiting for it. The second ringing of the bell only two hours after the first Angelus of the morning was strange. What was stranger still was-no one else seemed to notice.

Now I don’t even bother waiting in bed-no one cares what time I wake or don’t wake, which is convenient because they also don’t notice my disappearance every day at the same time.

I held my breath waiting for the seventh carillon to emanate from the tower. The skin on my arms rose up in goose-flesh as the vibrations hit me. Then came the eighth chime, to my ears it always sounded different than the others before it. It’s melody echoing off the walls only to lay itself at my feet.

That’s when it happened.  I exhaled feeling the relief I always did. Seeing him meant I wasn’t crazy, and the drugs they think I take really are unnecessary.

He was on time. That was all that mattered.