Pocketwatch

My grandfather before me, like his grandfather before him had had the watch handed down to him. It was dull, old and heavy. The weight of our lives bore down on it and it threatened to drag us down any minute.

I was given the old watch and saw that it was counting down to something. They told me it would showed all the time I had in the world. I wore the weighted chain well, keeping it polished and stalling the fade of its metal case. I had never feared and waited till it stopped. Through the years I had acquired many memories and had nothing to regret. Eventually I had nothing to do but wait till it stopped, happy to meet my end.

Then it stopped and nothing happened. For the first time in my life I knew fear.

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2 thoughts on “Pocketwatch

  1. Do not fear go to Holland. They have expert watchmakers n repairers. God’s perfect love casts out all fear. It’s sweet that you cherish your grandads possession so much. How remarkable that this precious timekeeper has lasted 6 generations. Take comfort in knowing u r still ticking 😀⌚

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