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

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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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