The Pocket Watch
Jack walked over to the window, on the sill sat a watch. It was an old fashioned pocket watch; he noticed detailed markings on it. He turned it over and pressed the button to click it open.
A flash of light and a whirring sound and Jack was pushed to the ground. He pushed himself off the ground; he saw a river next to him. It was clear and so tempting to take a swim, but first he had to find out where he was.
He walked up the hill and could see a village in the distance. There were fields of corn, barley and some other crops. He was hungry so decided to just grab himself an ear of corn. Normal people wouldn’t begrudge him that.
He walked down the hill. He wondered through the fields and picked an ear of corn. He has just started to husk it when he heard some barking. He knew it wasn’t a big dog, but he just knew any dog could bite.
He heard movement ahead of him and saw a little Yorkshire terrier come right up to him. He jumped when he heard a sweet Irish voice say “Honey where are you?”
A young woman with red hair pushed back with a barrette come through the cornstalks. She saw Jack and just stared. She saw the corn in his hand and put her hand on her hips. “And Mister what do you thing you a-doing? Stealing our corn?”
“Miss, I only took one ear; I haven’t eaten for a while.” Jack held out his hand. “Jack Bower and you are?”
“Mary McDougall, come on I can cook you something more substantial. My father would expect it.”
Jack walked over to the window, on the sill sat a watch. It was an old fashioned pocket watch; he noticed detailed markings on it. He turned it over and pressed the button to click it open.
A flash of light and a whirring sound and Jack was pushed to the ground. He pushed himself off the ground; he saw a river next to him. It was clear and so tempting to take a swim, but first he had to find out where he was.
He walked up the hill and could see a village in the distance. There were fields of corn, barley and some other crops. He was hungry so decided to just grab himself an ear of corn. Normal people wouldn’t begrudge him that.
He walked down the hill. He wondered through the fields and picked an ear of corn. He has just started to husk it when he heard some barking. He knew it wasn’t a big dog, but he just knew any dog could bite.
He heard movement ahead of him and saw a little Yorkshire terrier come right up to him. He jumped when he heard a sweet Irish voice say “Honey where are you?”
A young woman with red hair pushed back with a barrette come through the cornstalks. She saw Jack and just stared. She saw the corn in his hand and put her hand on her hips. “And Mister what do you thing you a-doing? Stealing our corn?”
“Miss, I only took one ear; I haven’t eaten for a while.” Jack held out his hand. “Jack Bower and you are?”
“Mary McDougall, come on I can coo
k you something more substantial. My father would expect it.”
Jack smiled, something warm would be nice, also the wind has whipped up some clouds you could smell the rain. He followed Mary and saw her hips swaying the way women’s hips always seemed to sway. He mentally shook himself. He didn’t know where he was or when he was.
He already knew it wasn’t 2008 he hadn’t seen a single car and the cottage he was coming to wouldn’t be called much more than a hovel. He wondered if it rained did it leak like a sieve?
He put his hand in his pocket and felt the watch. Did he want to stay here? Should he see if he could go back into his own life? His own life wasn’t really much to go back to. A dead-end job with no friends. A family that disowned him.
“Mr Bower, come on in and I will cook you up a meal. My Da will be wanting his too.”
Jack entered the low door and looked into the dim cottage. He saw a man watching him from the other side of the room. This man had sharp eyes and suddenly Jack knew he was seeing the man he was meant to meet.
“Mr Bower,” the man said, “I have been expecting you. Do you have my watch?”
Jack smiled, something warm would be nice, also the wind has whipped up some clouds you could smell the rain. He followed Mary and saw her hips swaying the way women’s hips always seemed to sway. He mentally shook himself. He didn’t know where he was or when he was.
He already knew it wasn’t 2008 he hadn’t seen a single car and the cottage he was coming to wouldn’t be called much more than a hovel. He wondered if it rained did it leak like a sieve?
He put his hand in his pocket and felt the watch. Did he want to stay here? Should he see if he could go back into his own life? His own life wasn’t really much to go back to. A dead-end job with no friends. A family that disowned him.
“Mr Bower, come on in and I will cook you up a meal. My Da will be wanting his too.”
Jack entered the low door and looked into the dim cottage. He saw a man watching him from the other side of the room. This man had sharp eyes and suddenly Jack knew he was seeing the man he was meant to meet.
“Mr Bower,” the man said, “I have been expecting you. Do you have my watch?”