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A while back a colleague of mine brought up in a conversation that somewhere in the world someone dies with every second that passes by. On the other side of that coin, he said, every second someone is born. He said it so matter-of-factly, as though it made perfect sense that there be some sort of universal scale of grief and happiness, life and death. I don’t know for sure that what he said was true, but today there’s two particular seconds I can’t seem to get off my mind.

I used to have this business associate by the name of James Silver. He was pretty young to be as far along as he was. I can’t honestly say that he had much of a life outside of his work, at least not that I knew about. Of course you could see him out occasionally, maybe having lunch with friends or partners, and possibly every once in a while it would be a woman. But men like James simply did not have time for a personal life. Guys like him were driven to succeed, maybe by their own will or volition, or maybe by forces completely beyond themselves. Whatever the cause, he was the kind that couldn’t be deterred.

He was buried today.

The funeral was fitting for someone like him. The whole event was surrounded by family, friends, and business associates, the latter of which seemed to make up the majority of the crowd. We all sat in solemn rows, dressed respectfully in black suits, heads bowed down and thoughts elsewhere.

They were both young like James, and old, like me. Those younger ones looked on at one of their own, perhaps even the best of them, cut down when he was only getting started. Even the older members couldn’t help but feel a bit more affected than usual by his youth. Years had aged us, numbed us somewhat to the effects of death. Typically a friend’s passing was sad, but undeniably expected. In front of us now was this young man embalmed and dressed in his last suit, and for the first time in a long while, we felt the shock of an unexpected death.

So many people knew James, but almost none had actually gotten close to him. No one that I knew of anyway. I personally made a few attempts to get to know him better, but ultimately found myself shut out. I couldn’t take any offense, I knew it wasn’t personal. Work was his life, and there wasn’t much room for anything else.

His death made the papers. It wasn’t every day that a millionaire pegged as the future of the company he worked for was found stabbed to death in broad day light. There were no suspicions about a conspiracy or any sort of foul play. Just another mugging gone hideously wrong, the only circumstance that made it newsworthy was the victim.

From what I gather out of the papers, I understand that it happened while he was out for a walk. It was a bit of a daily ritual according to his driver. Sometimes I wonder what he thought about on those walks. Personally, I think it must have been peaceful to have that one time in the day to himself. But I can’t help but wonder; if he had known that his few minutes of freedom would lead to his death, would he have taken them? I know it sounds silly asking, essentially, whether a man would choose to live or die, but would it have even been worth living the rest of his life without those fifteen minutes?


That colleague of mine, the one I quoted the statistic from, I remember he said that on the day his daughter gave birth to her second child. He said that since someone was lost, we needed to celebrate what we had gained. Just a cheesy way of saying we should celebrate I suppose.

He really was a beautiful baby; healthy, good weight, his father’s nose, his mother’s eyes. Every inch of perfection the couple deserved. His mother looked down at him so gently, those eyes tearful with happiness. Sarah was her name. God she looked beautiful that day.


They sat there, taking turns holding him, rocking him back and forth in their arms, whispering in his ear, loving every minute. They were parents, and their first child was there and healthy. For a little while nothing in the world could take away the joy in those moments.

She really did deserve this. It almost felt like this really was her first child. In a sense, maybe it was. After all, this was what she deserved in the first place, and now that she finally found herself where she should have been, maybe that went a little ways to balancing things.

The past is set in stone. I don’t think that anything can really go back and fix what was done. Just mend the wound a little bit. Here she was a mother at 26, knowing there should be a 9 year old there to celebrate the birth of a new baby brother. Nothing in the world could shake the love she felt for the baby she now held in her arms, and I know that, but I know that she loved her first child too. She never got to hold him, but she carried him, and I saw in her eyes what she felt. In every glance down at her stomach, I could see it, a glimmer of love that mingled so bitterly with sadness. When that child was thrown to the wind part of her blew right away with him.

Sarah’s father, John, and I had worked together closely for a long time. You could say I became sort of a friend of the family. I was young when she got pregnant, only about thirty, but I remember everything so well. I had come to know the entire family; you could only imagine my shock when I found out from another co-worker about her condition.

John had far too much pride to tell me in the first place, but rumors spread and when I asked him about it, he gave me a hard look for what felt like hours and then confirmed everything. I was shocked, and to be quite honest, a little scared. My life, my career, everything I worked for would be over, if Sarah so much as breathed a word to anyone that the child was mine.

Everything was so chaotic back then. Work had completely devoured all my time. I was at John’s house a lot, pushing through paperwork both old and new. Files piled upwards from the table we worked on. They grew up from the polished oak like trees, and when I looked over them, all I could see was a dense forest I still had to push through.

For the record, she came to me. I don’t suppose that gets me any sort of absolution. In the end the decision was as much mine as it was hers. I should have made the right choice for both of us and just stepped away, but I didn’t.

She would come in and keep me company when John left. Sometimes he’d get called back into the office downtown, or maybe he just needed to rush out and get something. Either way, she would be there, popping up from behind the door frame as if on cue. Honestly, I knew she had feelings for me, but I couldn’t force her out, so I shrugged it off as an adolescent crush. Looking back now I know, and maybe knew, that I could have gotten her to leave. All I had to do was talk less, ignore her a bit and focus on my work. I could have just asked her for some privacy. But I was younger and I was lonely buried underneath that pile of work. It was nice to see a smiling face.

So we talked. We talked a lot. She was a very smart girl, very mature for her age, but maybe I just wanted to believe that so I could feel better about my growing feelings. It got to the point that I would spend some days just waiting for John to leave so I could talk to her. I hated when he would, but she wasn’t there. She was probably out with friends, living her teenage years like she was supposed to. Although that was rare. I noticed that she was typically in the door as soon as her father left, and gone before I even knew he was back.

And then one day it happened, just like I knew some day it would. John told me he was going up to the office and said he wouldn’t be back until sometime next morning. That’s just how things were with us. He would leave and let me stay in his house and finish up the work we had left. He trusted me, and realistically there shouldn’t have been any reason not to.

I heard his footsteps come to a stop in the hall as he said something to Sarah before he left. I didn’t pay any attention. The sound of the front door closing echoed down the hall into the office where I was still surrounded by work. About a half hour had passed before I heard her footsteps coming softly towards the office. The sound stopped at the door.

Looking up, I saw her standing there. She didn’t say a word, but her eyes betrayed her. I could see everything in them; a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and fear. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. I knew what was going to happen, even before she started to move towards me. I wanted to stop her, but I was stuck, like a deer in headlights I was only a few simple steps away from avoiding catastrophe, yet somehow unable to move. That walk was so slow, maybe slower in my mind just because of how much each step scared the hell out of me.

She kissed me and I didn’t resist. I didn’t push her away or pull back, I didn’t tell her that she had no idea what she was doing, or that we couldn’t do this. I sat there and I felt her soft lips press against mine. I gave in as her small frame press down on me lightly. I was lost, and every thought I had that told me I shouldn’t, every sensible idea was a faint echo in the back of my mind.

I wish I could say that was the only time we slept together. Had I been a stronger man I might have just packed up my shame and left the situation in the past. But I didn’t, and once it happened I couldn’t just leave.

In the end, it’s easy to just say I was a sick old man, chasing after a girl who wasn’t far from half my age. It’s easy to say what I did was disgusting, that you would never find yourself in my situation, and shrug the whole thing off. Most people would, but the truth is that I loved Sarah dearly. All the other times we were together we were alone in her house or she drove to mine. We would lie in bed afterwards, sometimes for hours and just talk, or maybe just relax and enjoy each other’s company. I knew I should stop and every time after I knew I should hate myself a little more. I should hate myself for giving in, and I should hate myself for betraying John’s trust, but I didn’t.

One time, during one of the days we spent relaxing and just letting the hours pass, I rested my head against her chest. I could hear, quite vividly, her heart beating. It reminded me of a statistic rattled off in a high school health class from I don’t even remember how long ago, that the human heart only beats a certain number of times in a lifetime. I pulled my head away. It felt too much like I was counting them. Each beat started to scare me just because it meant one less. Of course now that I think about it, those beats went right on whether or not I listened, and so did my own. Days like that were probably the best way to spend the ones I had.

When Sarah got pregnant, that pretty much ended things. John was home all the time after that. Everyone kept an eye on her. She had convinced them all that it was some boy that had gotten her pregnant, but never gave a name.

If a girl her age is pregnant, and there’s no father to be found, rumors fly as fast as the imagination can spin them. I can only imagine what she went through. It still hurts me to think about it.

Even if I wanted to come forward it wouldn’t have done anything. I would have just lost my job, severed relations with John, and been arrested. Sarah knew that, probably even before I did, because for a while I considered the option, but she never once said a word. She really was a very smart girl.

It was decided, well into the pregnancy, that the child would be given to a family that genuinely wanted him. That was John’s way of saying it, but, of course, I knew Sarah would genuinely want him. John wouldn’t hear it. She was too young; the rest of her life was still ahead of her. The parents were found before the baby was even born.

I kept track of them personally. They were good people all around, but they fell on some hard times financially when the boy was growing up. No one knew about me, so there really wasn’t anything I could do to help them. He was a fighter though and he worked his way through college all on his own. From what I hear he was an incredible student at that.

When he graduated you could only imagine my surprise when he applied at my company only a few years later. I finally saw a chance to help him, so I pulled some strings to make sure he got in. Had he not been such an amazing employee that might have drawn some questions. But he was one of the best the company had ever hired. James Silver was a damn good employee.


As a co-worker I was invited to the funeral. Since the family knew Sarah from the adoption I suppose they felt obligated to invite her as well. I’m not sure of the actual reason, but her husband wasn’t there. I couldn’t help but wonder if he ever actually knew that his child was not Sarah’s first.

So many people were in attendance. There were so many faces but not nearly as many tears as there should have been. I must have looked very emotional, crying amongst all those stony faces.

Sarah noticed me there. I know because I saw her as she turned to look at me. Those eyes caught me all the way across the room. They shined as brightly as I remember, maybe even a bit more now that they were lined with tears.

She caught up with me after the ceremony. For some reason I found myself as speechless as that first day.

We made small talk for a little while. All I could think was that she looked even more beautiful than I remembered. I didn’t say much of anything, but I wish I had, if only to keep her there a little longer. It had been so long. I knew I should concentrate on our conversation, maybe then I could have said something, but all I could remember was that time when we were together, when we pulled in close and let the hours fly by one last time. When we made our last mistake, and created something beautiful, that we couldn’t care for the way he deserved. Eventually we said our goodbyes, and she left, heading back to her family, her real life.

For the last 3 hours and 26 minutes I’ve been sitting here at this little bench on a sidewalk outside the cemetery. That’s 12,360 deaths and 12,360 births. That’s a lot of mourning and a lot of joy in the time I’ve wasted dwelling on the past. That’s 3 hours and 26 minutes I can’t get back and I don’t really know how to feel about that. Although I do remember one place I could have spent this time and no matter what I was thinking about I wouldn’t have thought I had wasted it. There used to be a place I could go and just let time pass.

I wonder how James felt about times like this when it was his second. I wonder if he even allowed himself to have many times where he just sat and let the time go, with the exception of fifteen minutes or so a day. That’s the problem, you only get so many seconds and I hope to God James didn’t waste a single one of his like I have. I know one thing for certain; I’ve already lost too many to waste any more.

My hands shake as I raise the phone to my ear. The receiver on the other end clicks to life after a few rings.


“Sarah,” I say, “I need to talk to you.”

I'm thinking about submitting this to a lit magazine for some money. 7 cents a word. Baller.
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Daily Deviation

Given 2008-07-12
A reader finds all they need in the title of ~SlickFiction's short story, The Tempo. ( Suggested by LtTechnical and Featured by GeneratingHype )
yooyooster Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2013
I had tried everything I was able to regain my independence using this I was able to fill a void in my life you are perfect for this
Phlark Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2013
I found an easy answer to our problems. Look at this I already started
ikarishinji80 Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2013
I finally made a life changing decision this was the perfect solution now I feel whole again just trying to look out for you
taozhong Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2013
Earn extra cash in your spare time!
HEARTPLEDGE Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2013
Make money in the Internet. We show you how it works
crymsontyde626 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2012  Student General Artist
I got so teary-eyes through this!!! I love how you tied it all together and the story inside of the story and just everything. Oh my goodness. Here I was thinking maybe this was something that had really happened- until I read the categories you posted it under... DAMN! I'm at such a loss for words on this (and to think, I found it by chance when I was trying to find a good narrative to critique for my English class!). I'm glad I stumbled upon it! thank you so much for sharing and anything you can submit it to! SUBMIT IT!!!! It's great work!
maniez106 Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2009
wow.... the way you wrote the story kinda naturally flows, if you got the time, check out mine "The Lost Soul" and tell me what you think :D :thanks:
leftside-out Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2008
That was so amazingly inside out and upside down, I love it. I was caught by the first words which just hinting that something twisted and shocking was about to happen.

I can now go to bed a very satisfied soul.
VioletShimmer Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2008
It was an awesome story. I loved it. I don't usualy like stories about real life, I am more of a fantasy person, But this one was amazing and it realy made me think.
anifell Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Simply amazing. You should add more to this and make a novel. Though I think it would have to be a collection of different stories all together which then wouldn't make it a novel. But anyway, you should write more.

That was a great twist how you mentioned Silver dying in the beginning and in the end Silver was the narrators son! Genius.
wikkedanghel Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2008
Wow... I wish it would go on... altho I loved how you ended this. Def a :+fav:
PrestonMeyers Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2008
amazing. gripping and satisfying to read.

good character development through plain, good-old-fashioned storytelling.
Shadow-Tigeress Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008

I totally thought this was nonfiction until I saw that it was in the fictional catagory, and when I saw your age.

Truely astonding.
fear-Kat Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
Absolutely beautiful.
If you do decide to send this off to a newspaper, you must tell me which one, so I can get copies of it.
Secret-Night Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
At first, I thought, "Huh. This is very factual, but you can get a feel for the voice of the narrator."

Boy was I wrong. And I'm glad I was.

Every twist and turn in this story was totally unexpected and utterly satisfying. As you read through, you're wondering, "What does that have to do with things?" But then you get to that part where it just hits you, BAM, and everything makes sense in a rush.

It pulls you in and keeps you reading. The ending's satisfying, but makes you want more, in a good way. It makes you think and wonder, and the story goes on in your mind.

Thanks for writing.
lifeofsecreats Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Hobbyist
i want to read all of this, the beginning of it really caught my attention, so i printed it so i could really read it and i faved it so later i could go right to it and leave another comment so until then
♥'s as always
Dang, I don't usually stop to read stuff on dA but i'm sure glad i did here. Nice Work.
emmasea Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer

the story really pulls you in
you wrote it marvelously,
i wish it would go on...
calthyechild Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Student Digital Artist
The beginning served as a nice hook to lead into the story. It was well written, though not what I typically read. Interesting stuff. :D Contrats on the DD!
ShimmerSweet Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
This was beyond stunning. I loved every twist and turn! They were completely unexpected, and I must visit the rest of your gallery now.

Awesome job!
Endless-hunter Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
welll done. for a while there i had to check other ppls commments just to make sure that it was a fiction and and not your actual life story... heheh
RobinClone Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008   Traditional Artist
What a fantastic piece of literature. Well done. :heart:
kawaiimon Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Professional Artisan Crafter
This is fantastic. I'm sitting here at work all teary.
SonyaSierra Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
Oh my god...this is...just...too amazing! You should definetely send it off to a literary magazine. Good luck!
Celestial-Dust Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
This is amazing. You should definately submit it. I haven't read anything this good in a long long time ....
13th-Letter Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008   General Artist
I enjoyed this quite a bit! Congrats on the DD.
Mackenzie001 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008 wonderful. It almost made me cry.

Wonderful job. Kudos.
padme-naberrie Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
This is a very well-written piece. The twists, the characters, the plot...everything was so perfect! I hope you submit it; that would be cool to see. :D Good luck if you do! Congrats on the DD, you definitely deserve it. Very well written.
llimus Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Student General Artist
This is just... amazing to say the absolute least. You have left me without any words to describe this properly... And with a lot to think about, also.

What I loved most about this is how well-paced it is. The tempo is perfect for your story, and the tone was brilliant. Again, my only wish is that I could properly compliment this peice.
Boten-Anna Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
Such a great twist, and so well written.

Had me captivated the whole way through :3
RinoaTalanheart993 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
This story is amazing. Rarely have I read a piece that actually makes me think about what I should do.
enpapier Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
I didn't understand the title. I didn't understand the tone. I didn't understand if it was fiction or not. What I did understand was that I think I learned something. Or perhaps appreciated something more. I'm not sure.
willowghost Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
You left me with a lot to think about. Thank you for your amazing thoughts.
Lina-ChanTheGreat Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
Whoa. I just... whoa. I want to be able to write like you. I never guessed for a moment that James was the narrator's son... man.

Very fantastic job. I am definitely favoriting this :heart:
ShadowMax76 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
:ahoy: an enjoyable read. thank you. x3

and i lol'd at your comment of money afterwards. x] blunt + honest + a tad on the darker side.
grouchywolfpup Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Student Traditional Artist
absolultely beautiful.
you definitely deserve that 'daily deviation' title, and more.
its a lovely story! :aww:
Chaldemone Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
One correction: "I gave in as her small frame pressed down on me lightly." Other than that, gorgeous piece. =)
JessyGould Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
This is amazingly well written. The overall tone is somber, yet captivating. :+fav:
Spookeriffic Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Professional Digital Artist
This is one of the most moving things I've ever read. Thank you for sharing it. :)
Maang Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Student Photographer
I don't really read lit. on here unless it really pulls me in, and this one was really really great.
Seriously, great job.
AllawishusKirby Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
Interesting perspective
gwensaer Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Student Photographer
I normally don't read lit. submitted here, but I read the whole preview and it really hooked me in. I thought for sure that I wouldn't finish it, but I became completely engrossed in it. Your work is an unforgettable journey through fiction.
bobman323 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
i can honestly say the exact same thing about me, about the preview, and about the whole story. I loved it, good work ^^
Elycien Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wow, this is really beautiful. Nice job.
GhostSender Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
In every second? I think I used my 15 minutes very wisely by reading your story... although it just made me feel myself more alone...
hauntedshryne Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
What a really amazing piece of work. It all flows together so well, and it's so unexpected. I was hooked just from the preview paragraph. Congratulations on having a well deserved DD.
ravenxwriter Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
Absolutely beautiful It reads almost like poetry. It reminds me a bit of Elliot Perlman. I'll definitely be watching for more.
missusruin Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2008
Wonderful prose; I couldn't take my eyes off of it until I finished. You have a great writing style. I could really feel the emotion, and the twists were unexpected and very entertaining. Well deserved DD. :heart:
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