He nearly missed the sound of the doorbell in between the clock chimes. They do that at the top of the hour. Every. Hour.
Normally that wouldn’t matter much. Except on last count Floyd had exactly 75 clocks in his living room. Some on shelves. Some on the dining room table. Once, he even found one in his refrigerator and pondered all afternoon how it got there.
Floyd doesn’t get many visitors. And as he answered the door he realized he’d never had a visitor before.
No one at the door but a broken clock was left on the doorstep.
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