Time by Heidi H Heimler

I loathe clocks. It’s a 30-year phobia that dates back to my petticoat-wearing, perpetually strung-out childhood dentist.

One afternoon, he pointed to his watch. “It’s time," he said. He cranked up a Swan Lake number, yanked out a molar.

Now, hourglasses give me hives, and avatars of timepieces have me speed-dialing my therapist.


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