The Bequest

This morning I thought I’d have a look at recent posts to see if I could find something inspirational to write about quickly.  This is not something I’ve ever really done before and I was curious to see how I would feel about it.

One blogger I follow has posted a weekly event called Creativity Carnival where the inspiration is a drawing she has created and posted.  I’ve copied the drawing below – she’s very talented :-).  Please click on the link to take a look at her site.

creativity-carnival-blogging-event-for-bloggers-pocket-watch-pen-and-ink1Louis stood looking down at his grandfather’s coffin.  Tears were pricking at the corner of his eyes as he muttered his last goodbye and threw in his symbolic handful of dirt.  ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust …..’ rumbled on the minister in that heavy, tuneless way that ministers do.  Louis wasn’t listening, he was thinking of the last time he had seen his grandfather, the last words he, Louis, had angrily shouted at him and the look of hurt on his beloved grandfather’s face.  Even as Louis had slammed the front door on the way out of the house he had longed to go back and tell his grandfather that he was sorry, that he hadn’t meant what he’d said, that he loved him and always would.  But he hadn’t gone back.

Too late now.  That chance had slipped him by.  His anger had clouded his mind and his pride had refused to yield.   If only he could have that time again, to go back and right the wrong he had done, the hurt he had caused.  Regret sits in the heart forever, whilst anger is quickly forgotten.

Two weeks later, just as he was preparing to go to work, he heard the sound of a letter being delivered at the front door.  His wife had already left for her work so he meandered over to the door, eating his last slice of toast on the way, and picked up the white envelope that had landed on the carpet.  ‘Maunders and Sedgley’ was emblazoned very crisply along the top of the envelope, which was addressed to him personally rather than Mr and Mrs L Capshaw, as most mail seemed to be.  Intrigued, Louis opened the envelope and read the letter that was enclosed.  It was from his grandfather’s solicitors and it appeared that he had left Louis his old pocket watch.  Louis had always loved his grandfather’s pocket watch, he had even made up stories around it –  magical stories that took him to lands far away, or off on adventures fighting dragons or captaining a pirate ship.  Louis smiled at the memory.  The pocket watch was with the solicitors and was available for him to collect at any time, he just needed to take some identification with him.  He wondered why they hadn’t simply posted the watch – he was sure it wasn’t valuable in the monetary sense, his grandfather never seeming to have much in the way of money or valuables around him.  To Louis, however, the watch was worth far more than money, it linked him irrevocably with his grandfather and with those precious and happy memories.

Two days later, he called at the solicitors, handed across his passport, and was directed into Mr Maunder’s inner sanctum.  Samuel Maunders was a very elderly man, way past 70 and probably in his 80s.  Louis was at a loss as to how to react to this privilege.  Samuel Meanders rarely saw clients now, leaving the day to day running of the practice to his nephew, James Sedgley.  Having been invited to sit, Louis sat – looking around the room as he did so and envying the man his perfectly ordered office, his own looking as though a bomb had landed in the middle of it.

‘Well Mr Capshaw’, boomed the old man, ‘I am pleased to meet you at last.  Your grandfather was really very fond of you as is evident in his bequest to you’.  He reverently passed a box over to Louis.  Louis opened it, holding his breath as he did so – though why he didn’t really know.  There, nestled in the silk lining was the pocket watch, and to the side of it was a letter.  Louis opened it, noticing the date at the top of the letter, it was dated the day after he had stormed out of his grandfather’s house in such a rage.  It read: ‘My dear Louis, I want you to have this pocket watch and to know that, no matter how we have parted, whether with love or in anger, the times we have spent together, as you have grown from a small child into a man, have been the most precious times to me.  This watch is, I know, special to you, but it is special in its own right.  If you press the little gold button which is hidden behind the watch face, you will be able to step back to a place in time and re-live something that was special to you.  This is my gift to you.  You can only use it once – so use it wisely’.

‘Your grandfather was a very special man and a very good friend, I hope you use this bequest wisely’, said Samuel Maunders as Louis took his leave.

Louis walked out of the solicitors’ offices holding tightly onto the box with the precious watch safely inside.  He knew exactly what he would use it for ……

9 thoughts on “Thursday Thoughts

  1. What a lovely story! My drawing is honored. I think you ended it on the right note. I think he’d go back and try to undo that last meeting, but I am not sure. He might think some more. He may wonder if it really was necessary – because his Grandfather had understood him even then…I don’t know – but I like the possibilities. Ruth, thanks so much for participating. I hope you’ll find a story in my next cue-art too – can’t wait to read it.


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