what do you see?

vintage lined with sweet antiquity, ironically cleaned until rust gleams and cracks shine, a glass lens with a body of plastic and metal clad stares slightly to the right, remembering

tick tock

the door bell dinged as my feet lead me to the old man nestled between walls of watches all ticking to the rhythm of my racing heart, except for the one in my hand. The rough, warn one with a cool cold buckle  I clasped between my fingers for comfort. The kids said he was an old warlock. they said he would snatch you up when you were sleeping and turn you into to something dreadful if you didn't pay him on time. I trusted the fine yet sturdy wall of glass between us, and inched my  feet towards a wrinkled, warn, old man. I loosened my grip on that cool calm buckle and presented it to him. "can you fix it?" I asked. He cleared his throat with the grimmest expression. then, ever so slowly, he lifted his plateau of wrinkles and sunspots and smiled.  "Why yes! I'll do it for free. tell your father hello for me, will you? take a candy now." My body stopped shaking, I loosened my grip on the counter edge, and just as slowly, I took a the candy from his withered hand and smiled.