Ermilia’s Picture it & write (Sunday 26 August 2012)
Once again, here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Elizabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story or poem to accompany an image presented on their blog.
He rode into town. He was wearing it again. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it; it was just that he’d seen others wearing similar watches, and it was beginning to wear thin.
Time had let him down more than on one occasion. It was as though grief was urging him to dispose of it. Time and time again he’d tried to. He’d tried to persuade himself to let it go. What good did it do, he’d thought. What good did it do to be reminded over and over again? What little comfort it had brought him no longer prevailed; the warmth of those days was gone. Now it meant remembering without relief.
Ah well, he thought; may as well wear the blasted thing. It did look good, and father would have liked to know that it was, at least, still keeping good time.