The first of TWO super long chapters posted tonight. Prepare for angst. You'll start to find out what happened to Charles.
Charles and Beryl sit in silence. He stares at his steaming mug. Beryl turns her cup round and round in her hands.
Out of habit, Charles takes his pocket watch out and opens it, checking the time.
“That belonged to your father, didn’t it?”
“It did. It was his father’s before then. Granddad bought it in 1912…it’s over a century old.”
“And it still works? Well done. Not many people have things that old that still work.” Beryl sips her tea. “You’ve taken good care of it. Your dad would be happy to know you still have it, I’m sure.”
An old watch doesn’t matter.
I failed him when it mattered most.
I promised to take care of things, to help him.
I promised Els I would come back.
Sybil’s voice whispers in his memory.
I promised her, too, he thinks.
He can’t bear the thought of breaking another promise. Even if she will never know if he kept it or not.