Shining it sat amongst the rocks, waiting. It was patient as the earth itself. The gears ticked slowly away, never running down. They ticked on and on, ready for the day when they would be needed again.
The watch had remained untouched for a century, untouched by the elements. No fire could scorch it; no water could rust it; no stone could scratch it. It would have taken the force of a supernova to even dent it.
Within the golden casing, nestled amidst the winding gears, rested a power that would put the sun to shame, a power as far beyond the atom bomb as the atom bomb was beyond a stone club.
Power like that couldn’t go to just anyone. So it waited.
And one day, a child playing by the sea, her laugh like song and her smile like a flower in bloom, stumbled upon an old watch…
Word Count: 150
This is for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Louise for providing the prompt photo!