We're Called Clocks

The year is 3095. My name is Lavidia and I am a Death Clock. Clocks take life and death seriously.  My job, among others like me, is to bring roses to the pre-deseased. In other words, before that person dies. It is a rough and emotional job, but it is what is necessary to succeed this world for future generations. All Clocks are subjected to a partner of the opposite position. I once had a partner. His name was Alvin and he loved being a Life Clock.

Many of my family members were sad when that night came; the night I was chosen to be a Clock. I was collected and turned over to Calmin's administration, like so many others.

The worst part about my job is watching them die. And I can't do anything about it. If I changed history, like for instance if I prevented someone from dying, then it would have been life for a life. If they didn't die, I would. In recent years, I delivered a rose to my brother. I had tried to spend as much time with him as I could, but I fought back tears and the urge to save his life as I laid that sinister flower on his chest. After that, I swore to never feel that pain again. So I disconnected myself from my family and never looked back.

Alvin had a similar situation. He had to give a flower to his ex-girlfriend because she was pregnant. He delivered her a flower to her but didn't realize that our friend Mandy was there. She's a death clock like me. I was told that he took the black rose out of her hand. It is against policy to take another's rose as it will burn your hand no matter the material you're wearing over it. He placed the rose next to Jenna's head. The next two days after that the baby became very ill and was supposed to die on a Tuesday. But at that baby's last breath, Alvin put five of his red roses with the most petals on it and placed it by the baby's head. Alvin was automatically transitioned back to our time and was immediately killed on site. Jenna received the roses at a later time and realized what had happened.

She grieved for a long time. The child now is 12 years old and was named Ally Walker.

We don't age. All clocks don't age. We just simply let the years roll on and even sometimes forget our birthdays. The saddest part about being a clock is that when you reach two hundred and thirty you're relieved of your job. I though am only 43 years old. I became a clock, the day I would never change skin, when I was 23. Yep. 20 long years that never seemed to stop. I lost a majority of my family during this time frame. The only person I can still remember that is living in the flesh is my little sister. She was six at the time that I left. I don't even know if she still remembers me, but if she doesn't then I just want her healthy and alive.

We don't ever hardly sleep. Our only day that we do sleep is on Sunday. For some reason unknown, Sundays hold a holy relic over the entire human race across all time. It's the only day where we don't have to deliver a rose.

And so we're called clocks. We deliver life and death roses. Time is unfortunately always on our hands.