Under The Clock

UNDER THE CLOCKThe second hand never stops sweeping at the Railway HotelUNDER THE CLOCKFICTIONROBERT COOVERThe second hand never stops sweeping at the Railway HotelThey meet by chance in the train station under the clock. “Is the noon train late?” he asks the smartly dressed woman standing there. “My wife is on it.” “It must be. I’ve been waiting here for my husband for nearly an hour.” Unlacing her knee-length boots in the Railway Hotel, she says, “My husband will come to the clock and wonder w...