Friday, May 18

Pocket Watch: Part IV

Dear Blog,

Foreword:
Here is the moment you have been waiting for. I present to you the final and most awaited piece of the Pocket Watch story. I deeply hope you enjoy it. Read on, read on.

As the elder turned the knob, memories began to fly past. All his life! All his diligent and effortful work! Everything which he had labored throughout all these years; a lifetime of rigorous toil.
He could see it all, crowded around him as if he stood in the center of a compact chamber, fashioned from memories and images of his past, plastered on the walls. Every picture he could recall. Every moment. Many which he once believed to be the most significant, when he was only just living them as his present, and not simply errors of his past.

He saw himself as an infant, in a weedless meadow of radiant wildflowers and poppies. He could barely stand on his feet, yet he clumsily followed his siblings which he had once so greatly looked up to and idolized. If he ever tripped, which he did frequently, he would heave his chubby body over to get up and start anew, never loosing hope. He remembered how he had once observed life, when he was innocent and naive. Everything was simply a joke which you could chuckle at. Oh how he wished life was as simple as that!

In a different memory, he was watching his much loved aunt set a piano to life with her slender fingers. She sat neatly on a stool, leaned over the powerful and harmonic instrument. The elder watched patiently as her hands danced over the smooth, ivory keys. The beautiful yet haunting tune would draw any audience closer, wanting to hear more. The sorrow from the piece seeped into his body and gradually spread in his veins. Melodic and hypnotizing music flooded the room, engaging him so he would never want the music to stop. He felt afraid of advancing towards the piano, as if he was in a dream and one wrong step would waver the music, waking him up and abandoning the vision forever. He simply watched the scene in awe, unable to do more.


The memories spun around him, and he watched himself be kissed goodnight by his mother, learn to ride a bicycle and pick a bouquet of fresh lavender. All these moments which he had lived, accompanied by his treasured pocket watch tucked in his coat pocket or hid safely in his cupboard. Then, his eldest memory came to his mind. A newborn baby lying in a ruffled crib, not more than a day old. The baby's eyes glittering in the moonlight. And then it giggled. Such sound was music to his ears; to anyone's ears! It represented hope, a new life and the beginning of what once would be the end, when you would look back to the start and recall it fondly. As the elder remembered, he cackled with his croaked and hoarse voice. Only to him, the sound ringing in his ears was the same as the giggling baby's. They belonged to so distinct- yet so identical characters. The two laughs became one, as he continued to cackle. He realized that he was no longer the foolish young man- but at the same time he still was not the same mischievous child. He was someone different, a mixture of his past self with the part of himself which he had gained with experience and learning form mistakes. Feeling he had everything he would have ever needed, the elder closed the pocket watch and clutched it tightly to his chest, the laughter still sounding and the memories still filling his heart. Then, feeling satisfied with life, the man took a sigh and closed his eyes for one last time.



12 comments:

  1. I'm just speechless! It is such a powerful yet emotional piece! You made me live this man's memories as if they were mine and my tears are a result of your vivid way of describing things. Thank you... thank you.

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    1. @ Anonymous: I am so glad a reader such as you enjoys my stories so much. I cannot say how grateful I am when I read motivating comments. So- Thank YOU!

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  2. Bravo!!! What a beautiful and emotional finale!!!

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  3. WoW! Its amazing i could taste all the description in my head.. Keep on writing!! Me encantaria escuchar masss! Enserio me encanto<3 tequieroo<3 -pinky pinky

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    1. Why thank you, "Pinky pinky", for those kind words!

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  4. I read this last part several times in the last hour. Your description of the events during the elder person´s life sintetized in his last moments switching to a new born sensations is FANTASTIC

    Congrats!!!!!!!!

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    1. @ Anonymous: It really pleases me when a reader enjoys my writing in that way. It means a lot to me. Thank you!

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  5. that was the most beautiful story i have ever read. Everything was real and the whole story was painted delicately in my head. I felt for this character like i knew him from the moment he was born, how amazing. I cant wait to hear more of your stories Daniela! If you become an author i will buy all your books knowing they will be as amazing as each other! dont ever give up writing Daniela!!!

    lovely.

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    1. Thank you so, so much. I really appreciate it. Really. I'm so glad you like my stories. If I ever do manage to publish a book, you'll be the first to know! Thanks so much!

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  6. I always knew that you had great talent and it is wonderful to see you sharing it in this way. If you haven't already done so you really should start preparing pieces to send to publishers. If I can help, let me know.

    Px

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    1. Thank you really, really much for your offer. I am currently working on various projects and, when I feel they are ready to publish, I know you will be there for me. Thank you so much.

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