He blew once, twice, three times, but it did not disperse.
Curious, he blew again but after twelve long puffs, still it did not disperse, so with a huff and sigh, he threw damned thing aside.
“This dandelion clock is broken,” he cried, “now how will I ever tell the time?”
Thanks, Sonya, for the prompt and Matt Palmer for the photo.
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I can see the dandelion. Good story.
Thank you 😀
A dandelion clock! I want one so I can just make time float away.