While out for a
walk a few days ago, I came upon this watch left on a run-down park bench. My
first thought was how to return the watch to its owner, but the out-of-the-way
park had no office or call-box, and no one was in sight. Ultimately I decided
to do nothing, hoping the owner might retrace his steps to the lost item.
I returned home
without the watch but it remained on my mind, increasingly more each day
thereafter until it became paramount that I trek back to the spot and satisfy
my curiosity about its outcome. Today, three days after my initial discovery, I
found the watch in the same exact position. I walked around the bench, placed
my hands on the seatback, and considered why the owner hadn’t retrieved it. Surely
others passed by and didn’t claim it either. Was the watch not lost but
discarded? Writing on the back of the bench caught my attention, and I bent low
to read: Property of Timeless Trails Metro Park. I tried to let go of the bench, but it was too
late.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original
ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that
resonate with her.
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3 comments:
Once again you have written the beginnings of a great story.
I'm so glad you enjoyed reading!
Another terrific tale.
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