There was something in the pocket of the sweatshirt I was wearing. I frowned. Weird. I didn’t remember putting anything in there.
But it was there—a small oval object, which turned out to be a golden pocket watch with a tiny chain attached to it. I looked closely at it, tracing the patterns engraved on its surface with my finger. It must have been very old. And it surely didn’t belong to me.
So, what was it doing in my pocket? Most likely, someone must have put it there. But why? Was that some sort of a joke?
The watch looked like something of high value. My eyes widened at the thought that it could have been stolen and maybe some guy in a black suit and dark glasses had slipped it into my pocket, just like they did in those movies, and later he would want to get it back and sell it for a lot of money. Would that get me in trouble? Stupid question, of course it would! I should hand it over to the police. But what would I tell them?
I tried to remember some suspicious circumstances and details, but I realized that in fact, there were none. That morning, I put on my sweatshirt and went jogging, like I usually did. Nothing weird happened. I didn’t bump into anybody. I was absolutely sure there was no such possibility that someone could put anything inside my pocket. I would have noticed, right?
Well, apparently I hadn’t noticed. Was my memory playing tricks on me?
I turned the golden thing in my fingers, watching it carefully. I glanced at the engraved patterns again—various shapes and lines that didn’t mean anything to me. When I put it to my ear, I heard ticking. Tick-tock, tick-tock. I was curious to look inside. Careful not to break the fragile hinges, I opened the watch.
I sucked in my breath. Impossible!
Hidden inside the pocket watch, neatly handwritten on a tiny piece of paper, there was a message. The words staring me in the face, thundering in my head.
“It can’t be—” I dropped the watch on the ground.
Oh boy, I haven’t written for Inspiration Monday in such a long, long time! Feels good to be back. This piece is a very spontaneous result of what popped up in my head when I saw the InMon prompt “Pocket Watch“. Hope you enjoyed. I’m definitely looking forward to writing more (and reading other people’s stuff, of course)!