A Picture is Worth 300 Words Challenge

Okay, here is my story for the clock picture!

Theo, his stomach clenching from hunger, wearily threw his hoe into the soil once again, uprooting one out of innumerable noxious weeds from among the crop rows.  He glanced longingly at the sky, wiping the gleaming sweat from his brow.  Surely it would only be a few more hours.  His musing was distracted by a clod of dirt landing in front of him, splattering with stray bits flying from it.  He glared at his fellow worker in the row next to him and continued working.  Finally, the bell gonged and the workers stumbled over themselves in a rush to get to the clock ground.  They all scrambled to their appointed clocks and stood in anxious anticipation.  As a clock struck noon, a trapdoor of sorts would open directly above the clock and drop down a ration of food for the hungry worker standing below.  Theo watched impatiently as worker after worker was fed his dinner.  The hot sun dulled him into a restless doze, his head lolling upon his chest. 
Theo startled awake, a cool breeze ruffling his sweat-stained locks of golden brown hair.  He glanced around him in surprise; he was alone in the clock ground.  "What?"  He gasped.  His food had never arrived, and he was suddenly more hungry than ever.  He peered at all the other clocks, at various stages all long past noon.  Then, with a strange sense of foreboding, he cast his eyes upon his own clock.  Stricken with horror, he struggled to comprehend what his eyes were seeing.  No hands!  His clock was bare but for the stark, ugly numbers.  Thunder rumbled in the sky above and shadows fell across the ground as dark clouds rolled in angrily.  Theo slumped over, his head hanging dejectedly in defeat.  He waited for the certain doom coming.