The Clock Ticks Over: Genre Undetermined

It all went thud when the clock ticked over the minute. That was how he'd always thought of it from that time on. "It went thud." As if the end of the future was a definite sound. Maybe it was. Maybe there had actually been a thud, somebody dropping a cup of tea, the cat jumping off the wardrobe, the newsboy skidding out of control on his bike, a car accident outside. He didn't remember. If there was any sound that he remembered, it was a sound that he knew could not have happened: the sound of The End. No longer was The End Really Fuckin' Nigh; it was there. In that minute, when the clock ticked over, time stopped. Progress ended. All that was left was to stare at the dancing static on the TV screens until the power went out, or to sit down and give the inside of your skull a really hard look.

Inspiration: The minute ticking over.
Story Potential: I don't know. I am very confused; therefore, I will have to say medium-high.
Notes: Metaphysical, religious, or catastrophic?