This is the second section of my pocket watch story. I had to post it earlier than I thought I would, due to demands from the public which I found rather unexpected. Because of so, the story is not entirely finished and I shall have to keep posting the continuing parts in the hopefully near future. As long as it takes. Reader, enjoy the second section.
As he rotated the knob and the arrows turned anti-clockwise, he began to remember what he did the exact time the arrows where pointing at, with their tops as sharp as ravenous leeches. It was a peculiar way of remembering memories, indeed, seeing as they weren't exactly in what you could call a chronological order. Even so, it matters not if he was keen on this method of recollecting his past; but it was his way of recalling memories he had once thought long gone and lost for ever.
Quite some time later, he had reached what he would remember as his earlier and mostly carefree years.
Instantly, his childhood memories began to flow in his mind like a never-ending stream. He began to remember.
First there was a very faint, vague image. Sobs. A starry sky. Yes, the worn out man could see it now. His teary eyed mother, mopping her eyes with a lacy handkerchief, silently weeping. Oh his loving, serene mother! She had once, so long ago, nurtured him all the love and care in the world. How young and real she seemed. Oh, how he loved her when she was living! She waved her trembling hand at him. if he wasn't mistaken, he was carrying and juggling many suitcases. His heart sank. He remembered this day very well. It was his birthday, when was no longer an adventurous boy- but a foolish young man who wanted more than life could offer. It was when he became of age and left his household to start a new one. He recalled he didn't know most of what he was doing, back then. So young and lost. He knew that exactly what he was seeing he would dread and haunt his dreams in many years to come.
Gravely shaking his head, he turned the knob once more.
To be continued, once again...