Book of Hours
As long as Sherry had known Gerald he rushed at a frenetic pace like someone running late, running out of time. Jotting down notes for every idea he had ever had, he composed essays about theories ranging from sociology to reality game shows to the mysteries of the cosmos. What he had never divulged to Sherry, or anyone for that matter, was the tale of a watch given to him as a child. On his deathbed his grandfather handed a ten-year-old Gerald a family heirloom, what appeared to be a broken watch – hands permanently fixed at 12. It wasn’t until years later when it spontaneously began ticking that he remembered the legend: “Tragedy strikes at three, Fortune at six, Glory at nine, and your life will end at twelve”.