© Sandra Crook
I’ll Still Be Loving You
by Miles H. Rost
The clock stayed at 9:15 for 15 years. Never moved an inch.
We held hands under that clock. Pledged our love undying.
We held hands, said forever, and gave our first kiss under that clock.
Under that clock, you told me we were having a baby. And when you told me that you miscarried.
I waited for you under that clock, for half the day.
I received the news. You were gone. Instantaneous.
What am I to do now? I cry, I wail, I weep. What do I do?
I heard a click, and looked up.
The hands moved.
9:16.
Music and Fiction 
Dear Miles,
Almost poetic. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I liked this, Miles, quite tense.
Fifteen years seem too short to forget, but too long to stand still. Glad the hands finally moved. Very poetic.
A moving piece. Time moves on for him, hopefully.
I loved how the hands moved at the end.
This piece is really captivating!
Very nice.
Really moving. I liked where you took this.
I really love the conclusion.. it’s ominous to have the time start moving after a story like this.
This is really good, Miles. You reached a deep, emotional level. The end seems very deep, although I’m not sure what it means exactly. Maybe that it’s time to move on, just as the clock does? Great job.
-David
He mourned for years. The clock moved, saying “It’s time to move on.”
Loved this piece. So pleased the clock moved. After 15 years, 1 minute is a triumph.
Time to move on for the narrator, just as it is for that clock of his life. Beautiful story.
Lovely story of love never forgotten.
Poignant story, well done. The music was an apt reflection of the sentiment, also.
Lovely, poignant, touching… I might run our of adjectives, but I loved this!
Sad, told with sensitivity and poetry.
A beautiful story, very touching timeline. I enjoyed where my thoughts went at the reading of the clock moving forward. I enjoyed your story very much.
Haunting words. Loved your story, beautifully written.
Such a sad and haunting story, very intriguing and well written.