The Pocket Watch Magic

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Time was ticking away …. and she was no closer to an answer than she had been hours ago. Groaning she put her head in her hands.

Lifting up her face she stared at  her grandfather’s pocket watch on top of her books. It was one of her most cherished possessions. He gave it to her when she graduated from Law school. He had believed in her and Lizzie wanted to make him proud.

If only he could have lived long enough to see her practice her first case.

Tomorrow she had to present her closing argument in defense of her client. Tamara was Lizzy’s first client, She was counting on Lizzy to save her from the false accusations. False accusations that if the jury believed would land her in prison.

A certificate hung on Lizzy’s office wall. Her nameΒ  on a bronze plaque on her office door. But none of those things calmed her nerves. She felt like there were unpopped kernels popping around inside of her.

Sighing she opened her thick file of notes once again. Trying to find a gold nugget. Something to clinch the case.

She checked her grandfather’s watch. That was strange, it must have stopped. It had to be a lot later than it said. Checking her phone she saw that it was 1am.

“Even broken clocks are right twice a day.” Her grandfather’s quote came to her mind.

Something about that quote struck her, what was it? She pondered on it for a few moments.

“Thats it! I got it!” The gold nugget had been found. A satisfied smile spread across Lizzy’s face. “Thanks Grandpa!” She whispered as she looked up. Suddenly rhe lights blinked in the room. Lizzy laughed, maybe Grandpa was giving her a wink. He always had a special wink for her. But it was more likely that the maintenance guy bought cheap lightbulbs again.

“And to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury I ask that you remember one thing as you examine the evidence. Remember that “Even broken clocks are right twice a day.”

Five hours later a nervous Tamara sat beside Lizzy. The jury had reached a verdict. Lizzy knew she had done her best but it was in the jury’s hands.

Tamara was so rigid and Lizzy wasn’t sure if she was hearing the poinding of Tamara’s heart or hers. One would think that there was an elephant walking into the courtroom, as the jury filed in. Lizzy felt like she was in a sauna as beads of sweat ran down her face.

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty!”

A shout arose from Tamara and she impulsively threw her arms around Lizzy. “Thank you sooo much!”

Lizzy’s heart swelled, she had done it! Looking up she whispered, “That win was for you Grandpa, we did it!” She touched the pocket watch in her pocket. It would always be with her every time she was in court. Reminding her that things aren’t always as thry seem. “Even broken clocks are right twice a day.”

27 thoughts on “The Pocket Watch Magic

  1. Great story. I loved the memories of her grandfather, the details of the courtroom, and the pocketwatch making me think.

    (Side note: you may want to change ‘plague’ -on the wall- to ‘plaque.’)

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