Tick Tock

He was happy. Finally after months of saving he had managed to buy the watch. He still remembered her sister’s lingering look at it. She would be so happy to see the minute and the second’s hand tick by, he thought.

A different kind of ticking in an unattended baggage, lying by the pavement, had different plans.
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