Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: The Passing Of The Pocket-Watch #amwriting #flashfiction


Thank you to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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“I haven’t seen a watch like this in years. My great-grandfather had one . . . I was only a boy of seven and I remember sitting on his lap.” Edgar said.

“That’s nice Dad. You always tell me this story. It’s your watch now Dad, remember?” Tracy interrupted.

“No, it was Great-Grandpa Vern’s watch. I sat on his lap an he said I could have it when he died. He was eighty-four which was quite old for the time .  .  .” 

“Your Great-Grandpa did die Dad. A year later, he got the flu; you told me. You inherited his watch.” Tracy said.

“He died? I don’t remember him giving me the watch . . . But I suppose, since I have it — it’s my watch now. How old am I?” 

Tracy patted her Dad’s hand, “You’re ninty-seven Dad. You lived longer than your Dad or your Grandpa or your Great-Grandpa.” 

“Ninty-seven?” Edgar said surprised.

Tracy nodded.

“Time goes fast. When I die, best give the watch to your boy; the one with all the tattoos.” Edgar remarked, peering at Tracy. He didn’t know her, only knew she was his daughter because she visited. 

Edgar was shocked to realize he was ninty-seven. The watch would have to go to his only grandson.

There had to be productivity and hard work hidden in those tattoos somewhere.

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Poem: Free Verse – “Goodbye My Friend”


It’s difficult the right words,

Telling you, through eyes blurred.

Expressing how much you are loved,

Though, your end has come, beloved.

Never forgotten, you were my inspiration,

Who I aspired to be like, as life caused fascination,

As I came upon new ideas, people, and friendships.

Learned to adore life; however, life came I worship,

Thank God each and every day I’m alive and well.

Yet, I do despair, I won’t lie; they’re are days life’s hell.

But I grow and as I experience pain and frustration,

Hoping in my mind this gives me more trust, 

That my relation to people everywhere can be aided,

Because I have a new understanding from my times shaded.

Everyone knows life is more perspiration,

Hardwork and enterprise, even when we’re experiencing inspiration.

I’m not afraid of working hard,

Though my body give out and shatter in shards,

Glass-like, crystalline, fragile I’ve become,

But there is strength and pride in the broken,

Living life, it’s all I can do, without you —

Do you comprehend, I must go on my own, I do —

Realize  you’re hurting, but I cannot take your pain,

It makes you wiser and doesn’t end with me insane.

By now you see, what’s not meant, cannot be.

Go my friend and be free.

Love anew and find a purpose,

Something with money, you cannot purchase.

Imagination is spinning me, into new worlds.

New fascinations with words and dreams swirl.

Moving in life the best we can,

We can dream, and we can plan,

Life is always a surprise in the end,

Saying goodbye, my goodwill send.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.