Author
New Member
I just wrote another one about a guy on his way to work. He is an early riser so as to never be late to his job. But on his way to the bus stop, the band holding his wrist watch breaks; scattering in two pieces on the sidewalk. The guy picks both the broken band and the watch and notices that it doesn't have movement -- the hands that mark the minutes are forever stuck at the count of 3:34 PM. He places the broken watch in pocket and proceeds to his bus stop as normal. Once he arrives he finds frustration once sees his bus departing and leaving him behind.
The guy learns how dependent he has become to his once operative wrist watch. It was dependable and never let him down for punctuality, in his head, deemed respectability. Waiting an eternity under a merciless sun, the guy stands and sees the shadow of what could possible be his ride. In less then a minute it became clear that it indeed is a bus, his bus.
For a brief second he had forgotten that the watch in his pocket was busted and after reaching in and pulling it out he grimaced at finding the 3:34 PM hands fixed in place. He slapped his forehead and pocketing the watch. Turning his head to see how much ground the bus had chalked up. The guy's jaw slightly dropped with eyes wide. The bus was gone!
If fact, as the guy placed his right hand over his eyes like a visor, the bus, even as a shadowy form in the horizon was not present. So the guy sat (sank) on the bench when about five minutes later he heard a loud horn hailing him. The bus, which was not there a few minutes prior was now stationed right in front of him on the street. It's doors wide open and a jumpy driver wearing an anxious mug -- his eye lids nearly closed shut; with pupils piercing the startled guy like laser beams.
Well to make a short story even more brief: Throughout that day the guy, because of circumstances beyond his control, runs late every time he turns one way or the other. He can't seem to go back into the rhythm of time...he has lost his groove, his tempo and rhythm. As the story nears realization (the end), the guys discovers that each time he reaches down into his pocket to retrieve his broken watch, that, for whatever reason, the watch compensates that time it is held on hand; warping reality – bending the dimension of time and space -- by retracting time itself until the guy places the mystical broken watch back into his pocket.
The guy becomes aware that the watch is no longer just a simple timepiece, but a time machine that retards time and place – retracing the guy's previous steps like a film strip stuck on reverse. Eventually the guy tries to go back as much as the watch could take him only to find such a journey ends at the drug store where he originally purchased the wrist watch, nearly three years earlier.
At the end of this bizarre story is this: the guy realizes that not only can he go back to the afternoon when he bought the watch, but that he, as long as he kept the watch in his pocket, was able to alter his life at any point thereafter; and forward to when the wrist watch hits the pavement on that fateful hot afternoon.
Well, that is the general idea anyhow. Workable? Beginning, middle and end? The beginnings of a short story -- my first? You tell me.
I recognize that my past, present and future tenses are worst than bad, they are totally all out of joint. I'll get it.
The guy learns how dependent he has become to his once operative wrist watch. It was dependable and never let him down for punctuality, in his head, deemed respectability. Waiting an eternity under a merciless sun, the guy stands and sees the shadow of what could possible be his ride. In less then a minute it became clear that it indeed is a bus, his bus.
For a brief second he had forgotten that the watch in his pocket was busted and after reaching in and pulling it out he grimaced at finding the 3:34 PM hands fixed in place. He slapped his forehead and pocketing the watch. Turning his head to see how much ground the bus had chalked up. The guy's jaw slightly dropped with eyes wide. The bus was gone!
If fact, as the guy placed his right hand over his eyes like a visor, the bus, even as a shadowy form in the horizon was not present. So the guy sat (sank) on the bench when about five minutes later he heard a loud horn hailing him. The bus, which was not there a few minutes prior was now stationed right in front of him on the street. It's doors wide open and a jumpy driver wearing an anxious mug -- his eye lids nearly closed shut; with pupils piercing the startled guy like laser beams.
Well to make a short story even more brief: Throughout that day the guy, because of circumstances beyond his control, runs late every time he turns one way or the other. He can't seem to go back into the rhythm of time...he has lost his groove, his tempo and rhythm. As the story nears realization (the end), the guys discovers that each time he reaches down into his pocket to retrieve his broken watch, that, for whatever reason, the watch compensates that time it is held on hand; warping reality – bending the dimension of time and space -- by retracting time itself until the guy places the mystical broken watch back into his pocket.
The guy becomes aware that the watch is no longer just a simple timepiece, but a time machine that retards time and place – retracing the guy's previous steps like a film strip stuck on reverse. Eventually the guy tries to go back as much as the watch could take him only to find such a journey ends at the drug store where he originally purchased the wrist watch, nearly three years earlier.
At the end of this bizarre story is this: the guy realizes that not only can he go back to the afternoon when he bought the watch, but that he, as long as he kept the watch in his pocket, was able to alter his life at any point thereafter; and forward to when the wrist watch hits the pavement on that fateful hot afternoon.
Well, that is the general idea anyhow. Workable? Beginning, middle and end? The beginnings of a short story -- my first? You tell me.
I recognize that my past, present and future tenses are worst than bad, they are totally all out of joint. I'll get it.
