It's hard to put my finger on why, exactly, but I am more than halfway convinced that this is one of the best things I've read in this fandom. I think it might be how small it is, how ordinary the scene and the words, how plain and minimal your language is. It's far easier to do a big thing badly than it is to do a small thing well, and I'm taken aback by how real this feels. Something in my head is saying, Oh, yes. Those evenings. I always did hate that clock.


Nicely, nicely done. I'm glad untitled06 recced this. I'll reread it later tonight, I'm sure, and maybe have something more focused to say about it then.