Time: A hundred word story

If you stop and notice, ever so carefully. You would see time move in the littlest of ways. You would notice the hands of a clock, ticking away in disdain, you’d see the clouds float away after relieving themselves of the heavy rain. And over time you’d see the flowers wilt and bloom again.
An endless cycle of seasons, a repetition of events at school, perhaps, the wrinkles that refuse to fade, it’s the little, more commonly unimportant things which make you realize the time passing by.
Time isn’t a mere illusion, if only you are willing to pay attention.

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