timers
timers
Shell knows when to shrink back into her cave to avoid the sentinels.
She’s been doing it for years; and if there’s anything to be said about machines, it’s that they’re on an incredible timer. She thinks about timers, and the concept of something so finite—an egg timer, bing, your boiled eggs are done. Kitchen timer, beep, your casserole is ready. A set amount of time. A beginning and an end. Thirty minutes for brownies, and then the timer is turned off until it’s needed again.