"Watch"

“Worn whisky brown leather band, crinkled around the clasp. The leather loops that used to hold the end in place were left long ago in a parking garage or out in the highland fields. I fiddle with the clasp, the tarnished metal tooth, flapping wildly like a child thrown into too deep of water and not knowing how to control their arms and legs to swim. Still smells like his cologne and tobacco - from smoking cigarettes without the filter. His clear blue watery eyes swarm my mind and I fight back the tears stinging the corner of my eyes. The woman in the periwinkle ruffled blouse and charcoal colored A-line skirt calls my name and my stomach lurches like at the end of a roller coaster ride, a little too hard. My hands tremble as I run my fingers through my curls, getting stuck halfway back in the stubborn knot that my comb can never seem to find. Breathing in the sickly sweet peony perfume as I pass her, I feel my stomach lurch again, barrel rolling this time.