The Clockmaker's Secret
In the heart of a quiet village, there lived an old clockmaker named Elias. His shop
was filled with clocks of all kinds—grandfather clocks, pocket watches, cuckoo
clocks—all ticking in perfect harmony. But there was one clock no one ever saw,
hidden in the back of his workshop, covered in a velvet cloth.
The townspeople often wondered why Elias never spoke of it. Some said it was
broken, others believed it was cursed.
One stormy evening, a curious boy named Theo wandered into Elias’ shop, seeking
shelter from the rain. He was fascinated by the maze of ticking timepieces.
“Why so many clocks?” Theo asked.
Elias smiled. “Each clock holds a moment that someone wished they could keep
forever.”
Theo’s eyes sparkled. “Is that true?”
“Perhaps,” Elias said mysteriously.
Days passed, and Theo kept returning, helping the old man polish gears and wind
the clocks. One afternoon, curiosity overcame him.
“What’s under the cloth, Mr. Elias?” he asked.
The old man’s hands paused. His eyes softened. Slowly, he led Theo to the hidden
clock. With a trembling hand, Elias pulled away the cloth, revealing a beautiful
golden timepiece unlike any other. It had no numbers, only a single glowing hand
that moved so slowly it was almost still.
“This is the Clock of One Chance,” Elias whispered. “It can turn back time, but only
once.”
“Have you ever used it?” Theo asked.
“I’ve kept it for many years… waiting for the right moment,” Elias said. “But I’ve
realized some moments are meant to pass.”
Years later, when Elias was gone, Theo inherited the shop. He understood now that
the clocks were not just machines—they were stories, memories, lives.
And the Clock of One Chance?
Theo never used it.
Some things, he thought, are precious because they only happen once.