I always wondered what would happen when my watch broke. If it ever did. It did, all thanks to you, Joey. Thanks a lot. Well, considering we have nothing better to do than listen to me play my guitar or watch the special torch that somehow survives in this...place, I suppose I will tell you a story. My story. It all started when I was four...
I was the oldest child my parents had. You already know my name. Sylvia. My mom started taking me to my grandfather's clock shop when I was four. Well, his shop is really just full of clock parts. He really didn't sell many of his precious clocks. Especially not his watch. I always just thought he loved that watch because it was perfectly polished, had the perfect chain, and was made entirely of brass. he always keped it in a small box wrapped in tin foil in his pocket. I remember myself thinking, "dude, if it is so darn pretty, why don't you just display it in the main room like everything else?" I never actually said that.
my sister and I call grandfather Grapes. Not because he likes grapes, but because I heard wrong the first day I met him and taught Sophia the wrong name for him. " No No No No! It not Gramps. Gramps hurt(i was thinking of cramps). He be Grapes. GRAPES!!!!!!!!!" The name just stuck with him. Sophia was cool with it.
Grapes taught me to make clocks, how not to break clocks, and to fix clocks. I guess he saw how I was mysteriously drawn to it, unlike Sophia. Once I made the mistake of reaching for Grapes's watch, and was punished, however that works. It wasn't Grapes that punished me like you are probably thinking. It was Father.
Some how Grapes would always win races against me, considering how slow he was. Joey, did you know I secretly caught him writing his will? I couldn't get close enough to see what it said. As mush as I don't want to say it, it was a good-"wait wait wait... you LIKE thinking about your grandfathers death?" No. No I do not. Thank you for interrupting. Like I was saying, It was a good thig he got it done in time.
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When the Clock Stops Ticking
Science FictionLittle Sylvia never knew what was in store for her when her grandfather passes away. She also never knew what would happen when the only thing her grandfather left behind breaks. This is a story about one of the IO sisters, or a part of one anyway...
