
A Pocket Watch
When the journey is over, all that's left are the memories...
Haunted by the sweetest of memories, you look to your only companion; your only memento: a pocket watch...
A very short story I wrote while my internet was out. Boredom spurred me to write, so I did. Not meant to be anything special, just a little ditty I couldn't beat out of my head. Written in the second person.

1074 words: Estimated 5 minutes to read
1 Chapter:
- A Pocket Watch 2012-05-09 23:14:37 UTC1074