Time! Too much
time!
He moved briskly down the sidewalk, aware of the passing of
time. His head was down, his hands
buried in his coat pockets; he avoided eye contact with the other pedestrians. Almost there, he slowed.
A quick glance around before he ducked into the watch shop,
pulled the shotgun out from under his coat and fired one shot into the clock on
the wall. The sound of shattering
glass mingled with screams as patrons dove for cover. Everyone froze in place and silence filled the air.
The ticking in his head had finally stopped. Mission accomplished.
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