Twenty past one in the morning on New Year’s Day. Magnus knew the time because of the fat clock, his mother’s clock, which squatted on the shelf over the fire. In the corner the raven in the wicker cage muttered and croaked in its sleep. Magnus waited. The room was prepared for visitors, the fire banked with peat and on the table a bottle of whisky and the ginger cake he’d bought in Safeway’s the last time he was in Lerwick.
Source: Raven Black by Ann Cleeves
What would you call a fat clock? Any clock that is used on kitchen wall or specifically below pictured clock?
Thank you.
Source: Raven Black by Ann Cleeves
What would you call a fat clock? Any clock that is used on kitchen wall or specifically below pictured clock?
Thank you.
