Danny stared at the clock. Damn that clock. That ticking was murderous. Every time the hand jerked, Danny felt his world slip. He had to keep calm. This is no bomb. Just a little analog clock. No lives are at stake. This is a clock in a lobby.

The door opened. Danny stood. He walked past the clock. He half expected it to detonate. Mercifully, it didn’t.

Danny shook the man’s hand, scanning his desk. Some photos of his kids, his wife. No clocks. He sighed gratefully.

The interview rocked. Danny told some witty stories, and the guy laughed. When it was over, he walked Danny out of the office.

At the exit, the man extended his hand. Danny shook, but felt an extra weight. Glancing down, he saw a Rolex. It was moving to where all three hands would line up. Classic bomber timing.

Without thinking, Danny seized the watch and hurled it. He watched it sail through the air, shattering on the pavement, along with his future.

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