Tuesday 11 August 2015

250 Words: Tempus Fugit

Oh yes, son, Time really does, quite literally, fly.  He lives in the Moon, you see, because, well, he is The Man in the Moon.  And he flies it around the earth, causing the earth to rotate and makes time flow.

That’s right, yes.  It’s all true, your father wouldn’t lie!

There’s a hollow in the middle, you see, that’s where he sleeps during the day.  Then, at night, well, at dusk - in the gloaming he be a’roaming, if you...
no?
Okaay, well as the sun is going down, Time gets up because, well, at that point the earth is slowing down, so he has to get into his cockpit, start up the motors and get everything going again so we can build up momentum again over night and have another day.

Of course it makes sense. 

It’s a bit like a bike, winding up and letting go, there’s an invisible band linking the Moon and Earth, how else would the earth rotate?  How else would we get day and night?

Oh... you’ve covered it at school. 

And you prefer the story of Ra, anyway?  Yes, I like that too, poor old Ra, but you asked if time really flew, so I told you about Time living in the…

Oh.  I’ve already told you the story of Mother and Moon, thus contradicting this sorry tale.  And Saturn starting time, too? 

Well, there are different tales, different myths, my boy.  Perhaps we shall eventually work through them all.

Sleep well.


Written for the Light and Shade Challenge from the written prompt: "Tempus Fugit."

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