Time is running out… tick tock tick tock.
A minute had elapsed just after the New Year and the people are welcoming it with complete joy. But for Father Time, this brought out the demon inside of him, a long hidden bile stored deep inside the catacombs of his enigmatic mind. It triggered something like that of a firework – waiting for the flame to trace the fine line between a spark and a detonation; this was the exact moment of that. He deplored Baby New Year for it killed him inside. The people that he once thought valued his time are now just lethargically waiting for a new start. And this fueled his drive to a highway of retaliation. Fine with me if they don’t value the time I give them, I don’t value them anymore either.
With a snap, he reversed time; a groundbreaking ploy that would incessantly alter the face of the Earth.
2013, 2012, 2011… one by one the Baby New Years died over and over again, and by the looks of it Father Time felt fulfillment and elation. He knew he had accomplished something.
An abundance of humans who inhabited his very Earth died and lived and died once again; back to their mother’s wombs again and again and again, to the Renaissance, ancient civilization and prehistory. Now he watched by the bylines as they all suffered for, now, they valued time. Until the very last second of their existence lasted, he watched patiently. And finally, there was nothing anymore.
But Father Time didn’t realize that he also wasn’t there anymore because when time ran out so did he.