His gnarled, brusque, tannin hands caressed the watch band. He’d found it and its watch face along Lake Superior; brushed it from forgotten memories and dormant agate stones. Now, warmed in his fingers, the band changed. He saw it new, cut, fresh, oiled; attached to his grandfather’s timepiece for his son’s eighth birthday.
A long time later for one as rough as he, the old leatherworker released a breath. Rising, he set the wind-worn watch on his curio shelf near a faded photograph and a curling crayon picture. Tears in eyes, he shuffled out to put the kettle on.

©2020 Chel Owens
In response to Carrot Ranch‘s prompt:
November 5, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about lost time. You can write a realistic scenario or something speculative. How does lost time impact the character of your story? Bonus points if you include a 1982 brown rubber watch Go where the prompt leads!
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Nice one, Chelsea. Loved the tannin hands.
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Thank you, Doug!
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This resonates Chel. It’s only later you find what you can’t get back.
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You’re so right.
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Great use of descriptive language!
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Thanks, Pete! I finished Diana’s book so now I can get to yours!!
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I just read your review of Diana’s book. I finished it a few weeks back and enjoyed it as well. I try not to read too many reviews ahead of time, but I like to go back afterward and see how my review compares to others’ thoughts.
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Good idea.
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nicely narrated Chel!
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Thanks!
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welcome!
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That’s beautiful, Chelsea. So full of emotion. And … you get the bonus points.
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Yay! … thank you, Norah.
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One can only imagine what is in an elders mind. What volumes they choose to hold dear yet closed to the rest of us.
Well done.
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❤ Yes. I love listening to people.
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Time waits for no one.. suddenly we are old.. 😉
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I know!!
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That’s a sad one but well done. (And bonus points as Norah said)
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It’s that curling crayon picture…
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It’s what I saw.
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Thank you, D. 🙂
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This really is a beautiful piece, Chelsea.
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❤ Thank you.
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Such a tender action to take, which enhances the sadness of what he’s lost. Well done.
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Thank you, Charli!
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Wonderful. I so understand this.
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Thank you.
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