At eleven every night, Earnest wound the clock before climbing into bed with his beloved Mavis. It was a wedding present and in fifty years hadn’t lost a second. One night he said ‘Look after it won't you’. She couldn’t wake him in the morning.
At eleven last night, Mavis wound the clock and adjusted the hands. It started losing time after Earnest went. She touched a finger to her lips, then to its face. ‘See you soon’ she whispered.
This morning her helper noticed the clock had stopped at eleven-o-three. Mavis was in bed, she’d passed away. In her hand was a clock key, on her face a smile.
Friday Fictioneers and to Jennifer Pendergast for her photo prompt.
I am aren't I? Oh, the story! Thanks neilDelete
One cannot live without the other. It is romantic in a way, isn't it? And so often when one goes, the other follows closely behind. Truly lovely, KeithReplyDelete
It happens so often. Thanks DaleDelete
Some things (and people) come in pairs. And it's too difficult to live with half a heart. I'm glad there was a smile in the end.ReplyDelete
They do indeed. She's happy now.Delete
Touching story Keith.ReplyDelete
Touching if not timely. (someone had to say it.) Truly lovely story, all kidding aside.
Haha!They did indeed. Thanks so much RochelleDelete
Touching. Very nice, Keith.ReplyDelete
Thank you DarlaDelete
This was so sweet and tender, and I wish we all could leave that peacefully, and never be separated from our beloved one too long.ReplyDelete
If only. Thanks JosieDelete
Very touching. Well done.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much Sandra.Delete
They weren't apart for very long. Nice.ReplyDelete
Indeed they weren't TreshaDelete
Romantic but a little sad. Great piece!ReplyDelete
I think I'd label it poignant - partly because I love the word! Much appreciated AlistairDelete
Very poignant story, but it doesn't really leave me sad. Nicely done.ReplyDelete
...just as I hoped Loré. Thanks for your generous words.Delete
Wonderful, to love someone so much and to pass into the ever-after so close to each other. A most endearing tale, Keith.ReplyDelete
It must be wonderful. It does sometimes happen I'm sure.Delete
great love story. thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
Very kind. Thanks plaridelDelete
Oh that was so poignant, Keith - thank you!ReplyDelete
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...and my thanks to yoi too SusanDelete
Sweet and sad at the same time. Lovely.ReplyDelete
That's what I thought. Thanks for dropping byDelete
Awwww. If you got to go, that's a sweet way to do it.ReplyDelete
It certainly is. Thanks so much AliceDelete
So poignant, and it can be so true that this happens.ReplyDelete
It does. Thanks Lake.Delete
I'm just going to echo the others:a lovely little bit of storytelling.ReplyDelete
A beautiful tale of love.ReplyDelete