|Arthur and Willy
Author: RedX9 PM
A young boy who let his imaginations run wild.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 1,014 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-19-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2916240
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-A story about a boy who let his imaginations run wild. Unfortunately the story ends in a cliffhanger, maybe you guys could comment on what the ending would be like-
The clock shop was old and dainty and it looked yellowed with age. Discarded metals were lying everywhere and there was an old bench near the door entrance. A young boy entered the door to have a look and true to its nature, clocks were everywhere. Grandfather clocks, wall clocks, every clock which can be imagined could be found here but the one thing that caught his attention was this sparkling pocket watch on the desk. Shimmering with silver, it was a classy piece. The curious child took it up to have a closer inspection.
"What are you doing here young man?" A voice jolted the boy and the pocket watch dropped from his hand and fell, it landed onto the ground and broke. Fear engulfed the now frightened kid as he should not have entered in the first place and he broke something as well. The timid boy started to howl and cry, feeling a warm gush in his pants. The man was shocked and he walked towards him in a worried fashion, sat him down onto a seat and comforted the yowling boy. The man placed his schoolbag next to him
"There there don't cry little boy, everything's going to be ok I promise." The man's tone of voice was much calmer and warmer. In his sixties; his short hair was all white, his beard was wild and unshaven but he had a smart pair of glasses.
"But I broke your things. I, I am sorry." The timidness in the boy subsided. The man smiled at him as he took up the broken watch.
"It's ok sonny, I can fix this anytime. Are you feeling fine, I'm sorry if I scared you silly." the boy didn't speak as he was too intimidated.
"What's your name young man."
"It's Arthur sir." The man smiled at him again.
"No need to be so uptight Arthur, you can call me Mr Willibe or even Willy. Look at you; you will be laughed at if you just walk out like that. I have some clothes for you. Its better if you changed into cleaner ones." Willy got up and walked into his workshop and he soon walked out with some children's clothes. Arthur looked at him worried
"Don't worry Arthur, I'll wait here. You go to the bathroom in my workshop to change is that ok?" Arthur hesitated, his heart was pumping. A stranger offering him some clothes so that he could change, what if he is one of those paedophiles? He felt meek and uneasy but he accepted the clothes anyway. What choice would he have? He brisk-walked to the bathroom and he wasted no time to lock the door, quickly stripping off his clothes and cleaning himself up in a record time. Paranoia was strangling him; he wants and desperately needed to get out immediately. His arms accidentally bumped onto the metal door and a sound resonated loudly. What if the man called Willy already had a camera set up in the bathroom? What if Willy suddenly came crashing in and what if Willy just appear right in a corner of the bathroom? Beading with sweat, He could only hear the brief poundings on his heart. Arthur hurriedly dressed in the clothes Willy gave him when there was a knock on the door. Arthur jolted again.
"Arthur are feeling all right?" it was Willy and he was genuinely concerned.
"Yes, I'm ok; I'll be out in a minute." Arthur rushed his words. He wore the shorts and they seemed to be stuck, why were they stuck? Arthur was on the verge of crying. He could imagine Willy giving him an evil grin before he starts to overshadow him and who knows what he could have done. Arthur desperately shook the shorts so that they could be loose and it did the trick. His leg went right through the pants and he proceeded to wear the shirt. Almost done, please don't let anything happen to me. Arthur mumbled to himself.
Willy was sitting in his workshop tending to something as Arthur carefully inched his way out of the bathroom. The old man was too engrossed into knowing that Arthur was out. With Willy's back facing him, Arthur took off like a breeze.
His heart was still beating madly as the desperate boy raced out of the shop. Panting and wheezing; this was the most frightening moment Arthur had encountered in his life. About to take off, he soon realise something, his schoolbag and belongings were still in the shop! Arthur became fearful again as this was still not over yet. The wallet could be ignored as his parents could buy a new one for him but for his bag, it had everything in it. Books, homework, his father would kill him if he lost his schoolbag. With a heavy heart, the poor boy slowly dragged his way back to the shop.
Arthur peeked into the shop and stared through the windows, Willy was already out, steadying some of the clocks in the stall; he glanced around and saw his schoolbag lying next to a chair. Plucking up some courage, he tip-toed into the shop, making as little noise as he could. The boy proceeds to hide next to the sofa until Willy walked back into his workshop. This was the perfect time to retrieve his bag. He got up and was about to grab his bag when Willy came out again with a paperbag with the boys clothes. Arthur just froze there.
"Oh there you are Arthur I have been looking all over for you, you just ran off?" Arthur could only nod, his face felt warm and he felt light-headed. His vision starts to swim in front of him and he found himself on the ground.