They clung to each other and in that moment, there was no one else. Only the two of them united in their cause. Huddling together they watched it taking in every detail, ever colour and every sound. It was nothing new to them for they had seen it many times before but the fear, the excitement, the suspense never got old. The feelings were always as fresh as they had been the first time they had seen it. He held out his hand to her a sign of comfort to what was to come. They held on to each other, knowing what was coming but each, in their naive way, hoping that it would not happen.
But the elephant always appeared as the clock struck six and the grandfather clock lay in pieces.
© Nancy Laidler 2012
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