Friday, January 16, 2009
What a great contest, no? The participants have been incredible! You all are really reading and supporting each other wonderfully. And keep those Readers' Choice votes coming!
As always, I like to join in the spirit of the contests and share my own vision of the contest photo. See you guys back on Monday night when I'll let you know when the winners will be announced. Have a great weekend!
by Jason Evans
He saw his heartbeat.
Not red like blood. A frayed white throbbing at the edge of his vision.
You have five minutes. Only five minutes.
He tripped onto the escalator. His hand smeared sweat onto the railing.
Don't hold this in your hand. Security will see you.
The urge to keep walking snaked around his throat. Squeezed. But he drifted up slowly. Already half way there.
People will congregate around the train schedules.
He puffed, trying to breathe.
Opened and closed his hands.
Shoulders aching from the weight.
Walk quickly. Don't run.
He pushed against his choking heartbeat.
Pushed against gnawing memories.
Take out the detonator only when you are there.
His brother's body. Broken mouth yawning.
Bile from his exploded father pooled on the apartment floor.
Don't hesitate. Press hard. Detonate.
The escalator delivered him. He bumped shoulders with a man. Wove around a crying child. Security faced away with their weapons tipped downward.
He remembered their bodies.
Beating his head with his hands.
Throwing himself on them as he wailed.
Choose one target. Walk straight.
In the crowd, he drew out the detonator.
The explosives under his clothes itched.
His hand shook.
Have your revenge.
But all around him, he saw his brother's dead, marble eyes.
"He didn't do it!" the van driver said.
"They captured him!"
The road beneath the tires rumbled. A white cloud billowed behind them.
The man gaped. "How? They captured him!"
"Insurance," the passenger said, tapping his watch.