Bedelia was tidying her bureau and jewelry box when the watch surfaced, as if possessed by a spirit catching her eye.
She’d not worn it in decades…the numerals small, difficult to read now; and winding the crown, she realized the inner movement no longer functioned.
Admiring its Victorian design, she studied the sterling scrollwork which surrounded both face and bracelet—but her clouded memory left a blank as to how she’d come to have the treasure.
It couldn’t be her grandmother’s; surely it wasn’t from her mean, stingy ex-husband.
Her fingertips found a scrap of stationery nearly obscured by carnelian beads in the jewel case.
Unfolding it, Bedelia read: “Watch for delights that fall from Time’s hands…fondly, your first fan”.
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