The Watch

THE WATCH

by

Paige Doskas

(age 15)

It was in the front window of a little shop, on a street in Italy. I had walked by, just like I had all the shops before it, but something in the window had caught my eye - A watch and it was beautiful. It was rose gold in color, and the center was surrounded in small, shining diamonds.

I walked into the shop to ask how much it was. A little old man sat behind the counter. He appeared to be older than time and was tinkering away at something. "How much is that gorgeous watch in the window?" I inquired.

"Oh, Miss! You don't want that watch. It has been broken for years. I have tried, but there is no way to get it to work. I made that years ago. For a lovely young girl," he said to me. "You remind me of her."

"I love this watch, and will pay whatever price is on it," I shot at him. For some reason, heavens knows why, I wanted this watch. There was just something about this broken watch that intrigued me.

 "I'll tell you what. This is a special watch. The reason I can't get it to work is because I am not the person it has chosen. That watch chooses who it wants. The young lady I made it for was the first person it chose, but she has long since passed. That watch is free to whoever it chooses. Bring it to me please."

I walked over to the display in the window and slowly picked up the watch. As soon as I picked it up, a spark went through me. It was magical. I don't know how to explain it. When I turned back around, the old man was gone. I walked over to the counter, and there was a note. "It chose you! Use it wisely." and with that I walked out of the shop. What did he mean by "use it wisely?"  Suddenly, I heard a ticking. When I looked down, it was working. What does this mean? Magic couldn't be real.

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