I looked at my watch again, just to amuse myself. I knew it
didn't work. I'd been stuck  at 1:15 for god knows how long.
But I looked anyway...if only to pretend I was doing
something...to divert peoples eyes. If they didn't look at
me, they couldn't steal my mind. Am I bitter? No...perhaps
jealous. But who need a life anyway, I had my watch...it was
still 1:15.
All this was fine of course until I notice the gentleman
standing beside me.... I averted my eyes to his wrist...but
still remained inconspicuous. He too reached out to glance
at his watch. What a drone! His watch was not much nicer
than mine though, with withered leather straps, scratched
metal, but then I glanced at his time.....& a tear caressed
my cheek silently. 7:34, 7:34 his watch read. I marveled at
the holy glory of 7:34!...but I looked at my watch once
more...& it was still 1:15.
Why was he so special? Why did he deserve to indulge himself
in the pleasures of 7:34? He startled me as he folded his
newspaper to prepare to board the subway. I took a glance
around only to realize I was alone with the young man. I
can't begin to describe the thoughts my mind had contrived.
But who are we if not slaves to the puddle of mud in our
skulls. So I very calmly got up accordingly & made my way to
the same subway car as the gentleman. Again, I should point
out we were alone. But for some reason, although all the
seats were vacant, he remained standing, reading his paper..
Not sure what to make of this, I glanced at my watch once
again, and much to my dismay, it was still 1:15.
I'll admit, my palms were sweaty during those seconds it
took me to stand up and hold the railing, as I made my way
towards the man, he looked at me funny.  Tears began flowing
from my eyes, one after the other. But I looked down as to
not make eye contact. The few seconds it took me to make my
way towards him seemed as though they were hours. My hands
lay strapped in my pocket as to hide my almost violent
trembling. The  metal felt cold against my palms as I
gripped it tightly, but as we made contact, his juices
bathed my hands in warmth. This is not at all how I expected
it to be, not as liberating as I'd hoped. By the expression
on his face, I could tell he was rather surprised as well.
But the only feelings that came to mind at the moment were
anger, anger that he had gotten his juices all over my
hands, arms coat & boots. I'll admit I stood there for a
while, in awe of what I had just done, but those thoughts
withered away as I  glanced the shine of the gold from his
watch. I quickly undid the strap & decided to say goodbye to
1:15 once and for all.
I really didn't know what to expect as his watch was in my
hand...but definitely not this! I was so afraid to even cry
when I had noticed his time was not my glorious 7:34, but
7:39! And 7:39 felt terrible! So in a fit of rage I threw
the fraudulent timepiece onto the tainted ground & punished
it for its tyranny under the sole of my boot. Because of its
lies, this man was dead. It was only now the tears began to
flow freely. I hesitantly looked at my own watch
again...only to be mocked by 1:15, at which point I ran out
just before the train began to move...


........... so you see doctor, it wasn't really me, but the
deceit of the wristwatch...wristwatch after wristwatch after
wristwatch, and not one of them could provide me with my
euphoric 7:34.
"So essentially, what you're saying is that the
wristwatches are responsible for the butchering of 11
innocent people?"
Well, yes. The victims were innocent per say...but their
watches did enough sinning for the both of them.
"I see, I see. Well I think we've done enough for today.
You've definitely made some progression throughout your
treatment. Why not head out back to your cell now."
"Oh, one more thing before I go doctor...if you would be so
kind..."
      "Yes Jeremy?"
"...if you would be so kind, what's the time?"