A Nine Minute Drabble

It's nine minutes to midnight here in Newcastle-upon-tyne and I wondered if I could write and publish a drabble for no reason other than I am at a loose end and I want to go to bed, but after the colock strikes the midnight hour, except it doesn't because all the clocks are electronic, digital and have not hourly chimes, not even my OWL clock.

So there, I have given you a hundred words exactly and told you nothing at all.

I know that I am the most awful person on Vocal because I have deigned to publish this piece.