When he arrived at home, Oscar's mom gleefully shouted, "Oscar, welcome home! How was the trip?" Oscar did not respond, instead just giving a thumbs up and walking upstairs to his room. Upstairs, Oscar once again opened the antique case to see the Leo's Antique Watch's shining and shimmering surface, with the steady tick, tock of the inner clock ringing in his ears.
He looked for the hole in the strap of the watch that would fit him before he wrapped the small clock around his wrist and pipped the hole, that way, the watch would stay in place. Its gold metallic surface that reflected light in the most beautiful way stood out among the many wooden clocks that decorated Oscar's room.
Oscar sat by his window for a while. He gazed out beyond the streets, into the open fields. "Ruff!" Charlie barked as he jumped onto his owner's lap. "Hi, Charlie," Oscar whispered. He didn't know how, but even in his whispering tone, Charlie seemed to understand him, giving Oscar a lick before laying back down. Oscar looked at Charlie and listened to the ticking of his clocks. "I guess it is time to feed you, huh, buddy?" Oscar whispered. Charlie looked up and then ran to the door, staring Oscar in the eyes and tilting his head.
When Oscar was barley down the stairs, his mom saw his new watch strapped to his wrist. "What is that?" she asked. "A new watch," Oscar whispered in reply, "Leo's Antique, being precise. It only cost around 40 pounds."
"Oh my goodness..." Oscar's mom exclaimed, looking at the golden watch, "Do you realize how lucky you are to have gotten that watch?" Oscar was confused, "Mum, it was only 40 pounds!" he explained as he gave Charlie a bowl of food and went back upstairs. Oscar's mom was shook. You see, what Oscar didn't know was that, being an antique, there was only one of those watches in existence, and, it being a golden watch and an antique, it would have been very difficult for the people that made it to make it, and was likely one of the only golden watches from that time period out there. My baby Oscar is so lucky, Oscar's mom thought, and he thinks nothing of it.
She went over to the phone and picked it up. She dialed the number, eight, three, two, one, nine, nine, zero, one, three, seven, and called. RING! RING! went the phone on the other side. "Hello?" asked the receiver.
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Tick Tock
Ficción GeneralOscar Wright has always been an introvert, with only the steady ticking of the clocks keeping him company. With therapy doing no good to his low self-esteem and shy personality, he needs to find a way to stop his introvertedness - and it turns out...
