Www.death Clock.com Link

Leo stared at the words until they blurred. He thought about his sister, who would listen to his voicemail at 9:00 AM and call back fifteen times before driving to his apartment. He thought about Sam, who had remarried last spring to a man who wore sensible shoes and probably went to bed at 10:00 PM. He thought about the fox, the donut, the old man with the hose.

But his name. Leo Warren. April 15th. 10:00 AM. www.death clock.com

Leo opened his mouth. The timer on the laptop, still glowing through the closed lid, ticked down to 1 hour, 12 minutes, 8 seconds. Leo stared at the words until they blurred

“I think,” Leo said, his voice cracking like old paint, “I need to prove something wrong.” still glowing through the closed lid