“Drawing — check.” Nia prayed for prose to present itself.
“If we’re going to make it on time…” Calliope ticked along with the clock on the wall, “… we’ve less than 100 more ticks.”
Thalia continued smudging with the Q-tip and released a heavy sigh. “Who — I wonderrrrr — invented the clock.”
The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.
~ Michael Altshuler