It sat there inanimate and immobile while we watched. The numbers on the side were close to the numbers on the clock and whatever we did, the clock was ticking towards a perfect match.
We leaned over to look inside, nothing was happening, we looked at each other, what were we really expecting? The clock ticked, our hands tensed on the tabletop, whatever was going to happen was going to happen and we would be right there.
There were seconds to go, our eyes flicked to the clock and back and suddenly it was midnight. We held our breath and waited. And waited. The silence and stillness was like a wall of pressure and I had to break though it. I lunged forward and looked over the edge, it was nearly a minute past midnight, the yoghurt was definitely out of date, they don’t make mistakes with these things, but nothing had happened, nothing.
Very well done, sir.
Just the kind of exciting read I needed this Thursday afternoon.
Who said this was an outdoor blog :o)