My first flash piece, non-fiction, 150 words
When I was twelve years old, my father sent me to buy a digital clock he had seen in a flyer.
The clock came with a pair of batteries and he let me insert them. You didn’t have to set it; it was a radio model with an alarm function.
We never used the alarm except once to test it.
The batteries that came with it were really great. The clock ticked off the eight years until my father died and it didn’t give out until more than another five years after that. When I had to finally change the batteries, I was more than twice as old as when I'd bought the thing.
I did the math.
When each future pair of batteries will last just as long, I'll probably have to change them only four or five more times.
I do not love that clock.