This was something I had written roughly five years ago. I was digging through old projects and found a flash fiction that was built off of a pun. Hope you like it.
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I entered the courtyard and paused to take in the beautiful site of the lush green trees and clear blue sky. I took a deep breath and started to walk again. I could feel the carpet of grass collapse underneath my footsteps. As I moved closer to the center of the large courtyard I started to hear a dull grinding sound. To my surprise, I saw a moving circular platform, rotating around a large clock. A top the platform stood a man, dressed in thick green-stained leather. He was holding a rifle.
"Who are you?" I asked, still looking around at the garden.
"I'm one of the guards hired to protect this clock." The man said, obviously proud of his duty as he continued to stand at attention. I chuckled a bit.
"So you work here?"
"Yes."
"Around this clock?" I asked.
"Yes."
I laughed again and started to walk away from the odd, rotating soldier.
I like this one. :]
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