He was arrested as he walked by the shop window. It was full of clocks, their faces regarding him dispassionately. Each clock registered ten past ten. Their hands were raised in blessing, a gesture half enfolding, half disclaiming responsibility.
As he gazed at the display Time effected a rallentando.
He noticed the reflections of passers-by slowing to a pause. Is this how time ended, an elastic spring stretching out to the last moment of entropy?
He saw people’s faces suddenly turn towards his, as surprised and unbelieving as his. The window fell in on itself, the clocks leapt in shock.
He was wrong. It wasn’t Entropy at all.
It was the Big Bang.
A piece reflecting on how time seems to slow down after a violent event while our consciousness labours to catch up