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Confusion

The 12 given words at Sunday's Whirligig are:- light, dark, gone, fragments, leaves, eye, theft, erotic, dream, change, watch and clock. I've used 10. 

It is so dark. Why is it dark? Perhaps it is night-time. Yes, that must be it.

It’s a dream. I’m dreaming.

But I’m not. I’m awake. I am.

I should be in bed, not wandering from room to room.

What’s the time? Light switch, light switch. Where is it? Here. Here it is.

My watch. Look at my watch. The hands are spinning. Why? I need to know the time.

The clock. It’s gone. My clock has gone. Where is it? The door is open. There’s been a theft.

Look. It’s light outside the door. Sunlight in the night-time. It’s hurting my eyes.

There are leaves raining down from the oak tree. Oak tree? I don’t have an oak tree. But look, up there beneath the branches. My clock. My clock is up there.

There is something crunching under my feet. It hurts. What is it?

Fragments. Fragments of something. Bits. Pieces. Perhaps it’s my clock. No that’s in the tree. But I don’t have a tree.

It is so dark. Why is it dark? The light is on. The sun is blinding.

Will someone help me, please? Please?

The Secret

This week's word at Sunday Scribblings 2 is carry.

Everywhere he went he carried a padlocked leather bag over his shoulder. I never saw him open it. One day I asked him what was inside. He just tapped his nose and whispered ‘Secret young man, secret’ I never asked again.

He died, and at the funeral his dear wife handed me the mysterious bag. ‘He wanted you to have it’ she said. I was not given a key.

I didn’t open it at first. It felt wrong. But one day, curiosity got the better of me and I cut off the padlock. It was empty. I guess he carried his secret to the grave.

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