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II
Signs Of Something Special








Charlie did all he could to understand, but finally gave up. He told me that he would close early so he could come to my shop to look at the wristwatch. I told him that there was nothing to see, and that explaining the story was all that he could get out of it. But he persisted, and so I finally just gave in.
He strolled into my clock shop at six-thirty, and immediately demanded to see this watch. I took him to the back room, grabbed a key and unlocked the drawer that I had been keeping it in. When I pulled it out, I could see a shadow of disappointment fall over his face.
“That’s really it?” He asked, reaching out to grab it.
I handed it to him.
“That is the watch I have been telling you about.”
He juggled it between his hands, observing each and every spec seeable.
“I don’t see anything special about it,” said Charlie, as he handed it back.
“That’s because it’s not something visible,” I said. “I know that there’s more to it.”
Charlie frowned. His mouth opened as if to say something, but I quickly added, “like my eyesight. I’ve had terrible eyes ever since I could remember. This morning when I awoke, I could see as clear as day.”
Charlie nodded.
“This is strange. It just doesn’t make sense to me. I’m sorry,” said Charlie.
“I’m sorry too,” I said, heavily disappointed that he didn’t see it.
Charlie grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
“Hey,” he called from the doorway. “If you get anymore progress on it, come to my place and let me know.”
I smiled.
“That I can do, Charlie.”

The next two days went by slower than any other days of my life. There’s not much to talk about that went on within them…except the routine of my boring life outside of the clock shop: eating, sleeping, opening and reopening the back of the watch. I tried everything I could to unlock the smallest hint. But nothing came to me.
It was the third day after the incident with the watch when something finally did happen. I was on my way to Charlie’s Café to have a simple chat with him; nothing unparticular. I was about to leave my shop, when all of a sudden; a beeping came from the back room. I couldn’t hear it very well; it sounded very distant.
I began to search for the source of the noise through the room. Finally I spotted the drawer that the watch was in. I opened it to find the watch, beeping away. I reached to pick it up, but it suddenly stopped.
Confused, I shut the drawer and left my shop. I was walking in the street when I just so happened to look at a window seal, where a teetering flower pot stood rocking. A man was about to walk right under it. I began to walk that direction in case something happened. And something did; it fell.
I ran towards the man, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him out of the way.
“Wow, thank you son,” he said to me, shaking my hand. “Had I been hit by that, I could’ve been seriously hurt.”
I nodded, not quite all there. Everything was sort of just a misty blur, with voices echoing in the distance. I continued to walk to Charlie’s café, thinking of how this all happened. Had the watch been beeping as if to tell me to wait? If it hadn’t have been beeping, that man would be on his way to the hospital.
But I was in for a bigger surprise yet. When I reached Charlie’s café, Charlie was standing just outside of it shaking his head, talking to two policemen. The front door had been shattered.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I was robbed,” replied Charlie.
“What? When?”
“Not even five minutes ago,” he replied. “I was out to go grab a quick bite to eat.”
This was strange. If the watch was trying to help someone, it certainly had a weird way of doing it. If it hadn’t of been beeping, I would have missed the man and the flowerpot, but I would’ve been able to stop the men robbing Charlie’s café.
“Well, the weirdest thing happened. The watch was beeping. It was like some sort of sign for me to wait for a few more minutes before I left my shop.”
“What do you mean?” Asked Charlie.
“Well all of a sudden, I heard a noise. This high-pitched beeping-like noise. One I had never heard before.”
“So what happened?”
“Well, I found that it was the watch making the noise. Then I left my shop, only to see a man walking right under a flowerpot that was about to fall. And it did fall. I saw the whole thing happen, and grabbed the man out of the way. I’m pretty sure that’s why it was making that noise; it wanted me to save that man.”
“I see.”
“Well that’s good, because it means that you’re not blind.”
“You just figured that out, did you?”
I laughed.



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The following comments are for "The Documents of Willem Smith: Piece 2"
by ArturHawking

Fantasy?
Except for the last 3 lines i liked the story, i was really anticapating the end to show that the man had saved the live of the robber, but that would be somewaht cliche. I really don't think that this was Fantasy though, with beeping and wristwatches, maybe if it were ticking and pocketwatches but still, where is the surreal aspect? I liked the story though

( Posted by: Lunatic Red [Member] On: February 10, 2004 )





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