[ CW ] write a 100 word story about one moment

The second hand swept slowly, goading him. “ *God, grant me courage*, ” he thought, adjusting his grip on the metal cylinder now a little lighter in his hand. 
 
 He stepped out and merged into the bustling market, inhaling deeply, taking in the perfume of the souk. Spices, shishas, flowers, teas, and grilling meats. He gently closed his eyes and let his breath escape through pursed lips. He could taste the weight of the cherry tobacco. 
 
 He took two more steps and screamed. No one noticed… again. He managed a slight smile as he pushed the switch down, finally engulfed by silence.
