Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the purposeful practitioner, details are available at, https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2016/07/20/fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-28-2016/
Eugene looks at his lifelong companion. The silver pocket watch.
On his twentyth birthday, Mrs Dupree handed him the watch. Her smile was like the Sun. She was easily fifty yeasts older than he was but he was convinced she was younger. He did everything to help her, his mother told him to look after her because she was all alone.
“Eugene, you will live to be 90 years old. On August 1, 2016 your time will come at 8:25 PM. Enjoy your days. Only your hand can change this.” Mrs Dupree’s voice still rings in his ears.
August came in with a flurry. On your last day twenty hours goes quickly. Every one and everything can’t be done at last minute. Not at 90 years old.
Eugene planned. Noone took him took seriously. At 8:21PM, he looked at his watch. So many ties left undone. There are not enough hours left. He could have enjoyed the day.
But the last words heard came from local government past.
“Eugene, you will live to be 90 years old. On August 1, 2016 your time will come at 8:25 PM. Enjoy your days. Only your hand can change this.” Mrs Dupree’svoice still rings in his ears.