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The second hand of the clock counted down the minutes as Basil sat thinking. Not about anything in particular, just whiling away the time as he waited for the clock to read 2 AM. That was the perfect time to go out in his opinion. The moon would be beginning it's slow descent through the sky and the soft morning dew would begin to accumulate on the crisp winter grass.
Perfect.
Finally the near silence was broken with a deep sigh as it made it's way past his lips. He hoisted himself off the small, sparse bed and unzipped his camera bag. He counted his lens flashes, his film and made sure the batteries were still charged. He enjoyed his job as a freelance photographer, even though his preferred target was not something most desired.
Most people requested flowers or wildlife and while he enjoyed taking nice pictures of cute, frolicking squirrels and freshly bloomed honeydew, it just wasn't interesting enough to him. His favored subject was something a bit more⦠still.
He looked back to the clock.
1:45 AM.
He supposed now would be a fine time to leave if any. It was going to be quite a walk to where he was heading anyway. He snatched up his soft green scarf and tossed his camera equipment over his arm and headed out the door, double checking and then triple checking to make sure he locked it on his way out. Then a quick check to make sure he had his keys and then quickly unlocking the door and peering in once more to make sure the stove was off, after which, he was on his way.
