I'm new around here. Someone told me about Sunday Photo Fiction so I thought I'd drop by. The picture immediately set something off in my head, so here goes!
I had a see-through watch once. It wasn’t meant to be see-through; it mysteriously fell apart without me noticing, and when I went to look at the time all found was the glass bit with my wrist showing through! It was three hairs past a freckle. (groan!)
Anyway, that’s beside the point because what I actually wanted to tell you about was my Daddy’s watch. He called it his 'timepiece'. As a small child, I was fascinated by it because you could see bits and bobs rocking backwards and forwards and cogs going round. (I didn’t call them cogs back then, I remember calling them spiky wheels!)
The thing I remember most was his way of getting me to sleep. He would hold me in his arms with his watch – sorry, timepiece close to my ear and it would tick-tock me off to the land of nod.
Until just now, I’d completely forgotten about it. I wonder where it is. He wears a flash Rolex now. I’ll ask him when I see him next week.
(Word count 176 - that leaves me 24 spares for next week!)