Aida M. Aly
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Words seem to shape my being more than I seem to shape them.
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The Memory Watch
Eleanor pushed the wooden panel door and it creaked open to reveal the Watchmaker’s shop. An assortment of clocks, different in size, design and shape, adorned the old tattered wallpaper. The clock-covered wall faced another wall, on which numerous posters and pictures were hung. The shop’s floor squeaked under Eleanor’s feet as she made her way to the polished wooden counter. The shop smelled like old wood and burned metal. An old man bent over a small wristwatch, behind him an old beaten up wooden door. The man was engrossed in the watch and Eleanor did not want to disturb the aged man, divulged in his craft. So she went over to the posters and pictures.
By Aida M. Aly3 years ago in Fiction
