Averyman has their time

As a class we were asked to attempt writing a John Cheever styled piece. Our terms were to write about an object and that the first line should include some description of what the character can see, feel and smell. While I didn’t quite get the description in the first line, it was there by the third. So enyoi:

Averyman took a deep breath and grasped the door handle. A thin layer of grease met his touch as he moved forward, into the Watchmaker’s abode. Like a vacuum, the stench of stale urine was sucked away upon entering and a bell chimed. Averyman noted that clocks of all shapes and sizes had once clung to the avocado walls within. Now all that remained was the impression left behind in the dust. With another deep breath, Averyman teetered and tightened his grip on his borrowed briefcase. The door creaked to a close behind him as he checked his watch – nine fifty-nine.

                Now that he was there – in the Watchmaker’s abode – Averyman wanted back on the bus he arrived on. But deep down Averyman knew there was no turning back. The bus was moving on now, continuing with its cycle. Averyman looked at his still ticking, still beating watch. He too had to move on with his. The time was ticking down to ten, but the Watchmaker’s was still empty.