One Hundred and Eighty Minutes
by faintnaomi
· 12/12/2025
Published 12/12/2025 19:26
The metal of the hood is ticking.
A small, sharp sound in the dark.
I have been sitting here
since the clock said half-past-eight.
One hundred and eighty minutes
of the white lines going under the car.
The red light on the dash
flipped from fifty-nine to zero.
The silence in the house is waiting
to see if I’ll finally go in.