It’s always 6:00, according to my sister’s watch, hands frozen, crystal shattered from the accident. It holds the scent of that last cigarette she smoked. Some days, I think about trying to get it fixed, to let time move forward. But when time moves on, you leave so much behind.
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA fiction program. His stories, “Soon,” “How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” “Tales From A Communion Line,” and “Community Time,” have been nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work has been published in SmokeLong Quarterly, The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.
Poignant.
So true and well said. Keep the watch at 6:00; don’t have it fixed.
sweetly said….
very nice work
Truly said.
Good job very evocative 🤔
Amazing piece!
Brilliant!
Very symbolic, well done!