11:12

She wished for many things when the clock hit 11:11. It was childish and she realized that it had no meaning, wishes don't come true that easily. However, everyday when that clock reached those numbers, she fantasized and wished and hoped like a child. Her wishes had grown more elaborate as the days passed. Her happiness enveloped her and with that came more dreams and more wishes. However, one day, her happiness came crumbling down. A storm came and it grew more furious with each passing moment. As her car faced the treacherous roads, it whipped and spun with the wind. Nothing she could do could control it. With terrified eyes, she looked at the clock. "11:10," is what it read. In that instant, a gush of cold winter air swung at her car, pushing her off the road. Her steering wheel was locked and fear froze her. As she opened her eyes to examine the wreckage, she stared at the clock. "11:12," was all that it glowed. She had missed her moment.