The huge, elaborate wooden glockenspiel clock dominated the living room. It was going to be hell taking it off the wall.
‘Leave it. Why do want that monstrosity anyway, Penny?’ my brother, Dale asked.
‘Grandpa made it,’ I reminded him, ‘my finest work whilst in Germany, he said.’
Dale scoffed and carried on packing up, he’d never believed that story.
I tried to remove the clock but it wouldn’t budge. Dale give me a hand but the clock was nailed up.
‘Sorry, Penny. It’s staying,’ Dale declared.
I burst into tears.
‘All right, I’ll try and unscrew it. I’m not making any promises though!’
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/09/12/14-september-2018/ with thanks).