Jordan:The clock. Ep 1

It was a winter morning, Marilyn was as usually busy with her house chores. The sound of the horses neighing had woken up Jonathan and Maisie. Everybody went through thier regular morning routine and gathered around the breakfast table. The fourth chair was empty as it had been ever since Jordan's death. What a tragedy it was?

Maisie had never liked it , to go for her horse rides without her dad , it was always because of Jonathan's constant stubbornness that she agreed to go with him. Without any enjoyment she would sit on the horse , the black one as her dad got it for her , (a shiny jet black beauty, named Roger) and follow her elder brother.
Jonathan was an explorer since childhood he had always loved traveling , making small discoveries , reading about big explorers and following there footsteps , so that one day he could be one of them. But ever since his dad's death his only motto was to be a son his father had always expected him to be , looking after the family , being a man fearless and smart and to score well in academics and be a sports captain as his father was in his college days.

Marilyn was a home maker , but with situations and time had learnt to manage the family business and looking after the accounts . she had learnt to be dynamic being a mother and a father and , a manager in the business. Things had been the toughest for her, cause she had not only lost a husband but a best friend and a guide. Her love for Jordan has always increased with the course of time.
Three of them have been constantly trying to settle things down and fill the empty space  created in thier lives. It had been 2 years now and they were doing really well.

The next morning, it was snowing heavily , it was 4 and sun was yet to be out there was pin drop silence everyone was asleep ,when Marilyn suddenly heard a noise that woke her up "tik! tok! tik !tok!". There were clocks in the house of course, but this sound was louder than any other clock she woke up and tried to figure out where the noise came from. She held her candle and went ahead the noise seemed to be coming from Jordan's music room , where he used to write songs, make tunes in his piano, play his violin , this room has been kept close ever since he died. Marilyn gathered up some courage and went in, she saw the huge ,old clock of Brooklyn ticking. She was shocked ,the clock was gifted to Jordan by his granny on his 8th birthday and had stopped working since 10 or more years. But it started ticking in such an unusual manner. While wondering all this when she looked at the clock again , a chill ran through her spine, her body froze , she saw a reflection on the clock's lense. Reflection of Jordan , with a heavy bulge on his head through which blood was dripping drop by drop and now she was able to hear the drops of blood falling on the ground. The next moment the candle blew off , now the room was dark Marilyn took a deep breath .....and fainted , she instantly fell on the ground.