Clock Watching - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - August 22nd

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

He watched, with rapt attention, as the seconds slowly ticked away. Each one felt like a minute, while each minute felt like an hour. Waiting was something he was quite used to, having spent much of his working life on surveillance, but there were occasions when his patience left him. Each time the clocked ticked the tiny sound seemed more like an explosion in his impatient mind. It was taking everything he had not to jump the gun.

The sound of a buzzer came from the kitchen, followed by the voice of Napoleon announcing to Illya that dinner was ready.

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Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

You're getting really really good at these twists. The description of his awareness of the passing of time was brilliant!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-D
I really like to misdirect my reader, though it can be difficult not to give the game away too soon. I start with the first line and I then write the punchline. If I know what the last line is, it makes it slightly easier not to get to it too soon.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Great formula!!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

I'm sure this happened. Well written, too. The bit about explosions was a good touch.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)
Everything comes down to explosions with IK :-)

[maria-priest.livejournal.com]

Well done! Enjoyed very much.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

BAM! A culinary moment:)

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

:-D