Camp Cloddy Pebbles

They say a stopped clock is right twice a day. However, a stopped wristwatch proved to be useless for Peridot, who sat waiting on the uncomfortable bus stop bench she seemed damned to wait at for eternities. She sighed, letting her right hand fall into her lap. She watched the traffic go by aimlessly and, as they tend to do, her eyes wandered to her left wrist, which was lightly gripping the end of the bench, wrist turned down, so she couldn’t see the small, frozen timer adorning her wrist. She didn’t need to look to see it was frozen. 00:00:00:00:05:17, or zero years, zero months, zero days, zero hours, five minutes and seventeen seconds. It had remained that way for years now.