The Clock

Stephan moved the hands of the clock back. No one would notice a few minutes off. Besides, he’d move the hands ahead again later. “Stephan, you’re late!” Mother scolded as she entered the house. “I said if you were late once more—“ “But Mom,” Stephan interrupted, “I’m not late.” Stephan’s mother looked at the clock, and then at her watch. “Hmm, I thought it was later than that.” She tapped her watch. “Okay, you still have time to do your chores.” Stephan grabbed his gloves and headed out...