Two Clocks Ticking

Made you click.

While strolling along East Bay Street in Savannah’s historic district, Stick Chick noticed a sign posted in the window of a first floor store front. Immediately struck by the humor, she snapped a photo.

Later she replayed the day in her mind’s eye. Under the moss-draped southern maples hints of sun radiated warming her skin. For a brief interlude the surroundings became silent save for the ticking of two clocks as if in competition with one another. She wondered how much longer each day would seem if each task required her to obtain a Certificate of Appropriateness and whether it might streamline life a bit.