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Sunday Photo Fiction – June 14th 2015 – Tower clock

– Now! Come Boo, hurry! – whispered Tito.

– Not yet. Big Mouth said exactly at three o’clock. We can’t destroy everything now just because you are afraid. –

The last statement was again a hit below the belt. He did it again and again and I felt the anger because he was right. Yes I was afraid but this was my first big project with him. Everybody knew Boo never fails. I felt the heartbeat in my throat.

– Are you always this calm? It is there something what can make you afraid or unsure? –

I was really curious because Boo’s face always looked like a piece of stone, calm and confident.

– Hm, I am not perfect Tito. I just can’t… –

The tower clock interrupted his voice. It rang once… twice… three times. We jumped over the fence and run to the gallery. The street was empty and I didn’t realize when the lady with the old folk in the wheelchair disappeared.

We entered the gallery but the lights were off. The air was a little heavy.

I stretched my hand to reach Boo’s shoulder but I hit my foot. I tried to recognize what stand in my way. When I reached the thing I almost shouted loud but I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. I almost fell in the wheelchair.

….to be continued (I would need a lot more words 🙂 )