NORTHEAST OHIO YOUTH OUTLET
Author Reflection
Carlson Jones |
A Silent WatchProse by Carlson Jones
A large golden pocket watch hangs over our town. The watch casts a shadow over us and stays silent, while its hands swiftly move to each destination. Its chain reaches up into oblivion. The discolored gold taunts the town members as they stare at it. Some people genuflect in front of the watch, praying to a god. Others continue with their daily lives as normal, going to the market to buy fresh eggs or say hello to their neighbors. Kids run through the sprinkling water of a broken fire hydrant. While I stand in the middle of it all, impending doom and a sense of normal. Both sides seem a bit overwhelming, so for now, I sit on an old wooden bench outside of the market. An old yellow dog laid there on the hot pavement, its ears perk up while I sit. It now stares at the watch, continuously barking. The watch does nothing but stay there.
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