Someone stole my silver solar celled watch. It wasn’t status symbol brand name watch worth thousands of dollars; it was a watch given to me by a beloved family member. The solar cell somehow symbolised how I function with high energy from our star, with diminished and depressed mood in winter from lack of sunlight. In short, the watch felt part of me and I made a point to take care of that watch for sentimental reasons.
But someone stole that silver solar cell watch a short while ago. This leaves me melancholic and so very tired as if I lost the source of my energy since the watch seemed fused into me. In fact, I exhaust myself as I obsessively go over and over my tracks, and my past few days timeline in real life and in my mind, or on my phone. I believe the theft occurred at the gym downtown although I can’t be definitive about it all since my week was hectic.
Because there are many unfortunate people camping overnight near the gym downtown and they are desperate so that they break into lockers at the gym. Then, too, I wonder if my best friend stole my watch because she really didn’t know that watches could be solar celled and seemed envious of my watch on my slim and bronzed wrist when we chatted about it some time ago. Once, over green tea at a local café near the gym, I cast suspicious glances at her and glanced at her plump and pale wrists for any evidence. As well, there was my work mate who seemed jealous of my fine and strong relationship with my family, especially since his family relationships are fractured beyond repair. I know I saw him glancing jealously at my watch after I told him the wonderful story of how my family of origin gave it to me on a birthday.
Someone stole my silver solar celled watch and I want it back. Recently, on a sunny afternoon on the commute home from work, I saw a young woman with honey coloured hair casually wearing my watch on her elegant wrist. It looked like my watch on her wrist and I became blinded by the fury and grief of loss so that I moved into steal it back from her. When she wasn’t looking and when she was busy and otherwise engaged in a flirty chat with a few nearby young men, and when we moved to disembark at a busy stop, I furtively and quickly undid the clasp of that watch and slipped it into my jacket pocket. The watch looked like mine so that it really wasn’t theft, was it? Besides, she didn’t seem to care about it or deserve it very much since she was so occupied in flirtatious giggling and chat.
It was so very thrilling to steal the watch that I started to steal at least once a week nearly everywhere- on my commute from work, from lockers at the gym, from oblivious, careless people in cafes. It reminded me of the few times I took drugs as a careless youth—the danger, the unexpected thrill, the wondering if I will get caught and where it will take me. And, stealing from others, especially watches, makes me feel like I 'm teaching people to be more careful, so it seems an important weekly activity for me. It's like an exciting mission that takes me beyond the mundane boundaries of everyday life and my heart beats so quickly and I so look forward to my next theft. @ellowrites