a watch

I took out something wrapped in a soft cloth. Unwrapping the cloth, I found a gold stopwatch.

I stared at it for a few moments. What was I going to do with a stopwatch? I opened it and saw an inscription: "Time waits for the watch!" and it had my dad's initials. The hands on the watch were not moving. I twisted the knob on top, but nothing happened. I pulled on the knob, but it did not budge. Then I pressed the knob.

Suddenly, everything went dead silent. I mean there was NO sound. No sound of cars, birds, no humming of my computer which was always on. I looked around and noticed the dust particles in the sunlight were not moving. I stood up. The act made no sound. I walked to the window and looked outside. The first thing I noticed was a bird suspended in mid flight several feet outside my window. Nothing was moving.

I looked at the watch again and then pulled up the knob. Suddenly, sound began. I looked up and saw the bird fly off. I was stunned. This thing had stopped time. I just stared at the watch for a few moments. I pressed the stopper again. Again, silence. I looked outside again and saw a pretty young jogger had turned the corner and was frozen in mid step heading down the sidewalk. She wore a pair of black jogging capris and a gray tank top. Her long, wavy blonde hair was in a pony tail. Across the street, the aloof MILF Ms. Harrison was leaving her house. She was wearing a knee-lenght black skirt with matching blazer and had a soft briefcase slung over her shoulder. Her auburn hair pinned up on the back of her head. I smiled to myself.