The Watchmaker

 

He’d worked alone since father died unexpectedly in 1988. The calendar still there, his mother bought and father hung.

Some traditions are buried with their owners. Others continue. Like the pendulums on the grandfather clock.

His grandfather’s grandfather had begun. When the fashion was for fobs. A recent revival for well made wristwatches after a dishearteningly digital trend meant he could hardly keep pace.

He looked then at what he made this time without winder.
A face, quite like his.
His fathers.
And his grandads too.

His son took the 1988 calendar down and put 2017 up in its place.

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