Tick. Slumped with his back against the wall, Ben looks at the peeled skin on his knuckles, then to the patch of blood on the door. His outburst futile, that dam ticking picks at his brain. Tick… Twenty seconds and it’ll all be over. A life full of potential snuffed out because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tick... The fluorescent numbers continue counting backward, grating at his nerves over the faint whirring of the mechanism. If only he’d done what they asked. If only he’d listened, if only…tick three, tick two, tick one….
Sue Clayton
27/3/2021 03:43:10 am
The futility of his situation comes through loud and clear with every tick of the countdown. Boom.
Mary Wallace
28/3/2021 07:18:47 am
I'm a bit ticked off at how short 100 words are. I need to know more.
Susan F. Reid
29/3/2021 08:41:50 pm
I agree with Mary. I'd like to know more, too. The ticking and countdown built a lot of tension. Did it end with his death from a fatal blow to the head? Comments are closed.
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