Three Line Tales: Telling the Time

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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