Dr. Love
12-29-2011, 03:28 AM
This is just another one of my imaginings:
My grandfather was a very mysterious man. He rarely talked to anyone, only came to visit us for the holidays, and to top it off he wore an eye-patch over his left eye. Needless to say, I didn't know him very well at all, and for the most part, I didn't really care about him. However, there was one thing about him that intrigued me above all else: His pocket-watch. He always took it with him where ever he went and actually used it for keeping time, almost as if the time it took to take it out his pocket didn't bother him the way it did everyone else. Come to think of it, he never really seemed to ever be in a rush to do anything, and would always take his time. But the strangest thing that happened was that at a certain time in the afternoon(4:56) of everyday, apparently, he would take a look at his watch. His face would cringe as he deeply but swiftly inhaled, and then as he exhaled, he would turn his head up and look adove him with a sad, wide eyed look on his face. Occasionally he would wisper something that was inaudible from where I was watching him, and sometimes a single tear from his one exposed eye would begin its way down his face, only to quickly be wiped away by his own hand.
My grandfather was a very mysterious man. He rarely talked to anyone, only came to visit us for the holidays, and to top it off he wore an eye-patch over his left eye. Needless to say, I didn't know him very well at all, and for the most part, I didn't really care about him. However, there was one thing about him that intrigued me above all else: His pocket-watch. He always took it with him where ever he went and actually used it for keeping time, almost as if the time it took to take it out his pocket didn't bother him the way it did everyone else. Come to think of it, he never really seemed to ever be in a rush to do anything, and would always take his time. But the strangest thing that happened was that at a certain time in the afternoon(4:56) of everyday, apparently, he would take a look at his watch. His face would cringe as he deeply but swiftly inhaled, and then as he exhaled, he would turn his head up and look adove him with a sad, wide eyed look on his face. Occasionally he would wisper something that was inaudible from where I was watching him, and sometimes a single tear from his one exposed eye would begin its way down his face, only to quickly be wiped away by his own hand.