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The final piece to Elias’s win win situation |
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Title: The Final Piece Word Count: 284 The attic smelled of cedar and forgotten winters. Elias sat on a dusty rug, the jagged remains of a porcelain clock scattered between his knees. It was his grandfather’s—the only thing he’d managed to break during the move. "Looking for this?" Elias looked up. His younger sister, Mia, stood in the doorway, twirling a small brass gear between her fingers. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes that usually meant trouble for his wallet. "I’ve been looking for an hour," Elias sighed, reaching out. "Give it here." Mia stepped back, tucking her hands behind her back. "I want the window seat in the new room. The one with the view of the oak tree." Elias paused. That seat was the perfect height for his reading nook, the primary reason he’d claimed the larger room. But looking at the broken clock—a silent heartbeat of a man they both missed—the choice shifted. Without that gear, the clock was just trash. With it, it was a memory restored. "Fine," Elias grumbled, though a small smile tugged at his mouth. "The window seat is yours if you help me steady the mainspring while I set the gear." Mia grinned, dropped to the rug, and handed over the prize. For the next hour, they worked in a rare, focused silence. When the first rhythmic tick-tock echoed through the rafters, they didn't just have a working clock; they had a truce. Mia got her view, and Elias got his grandfather back, one second at a time. It was a win-win, even if he had to read his books on the floor. |
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