Ten…
Nine…
The wire cutters hovered over the intertwined red and blue wires. Ralph wiped sweat from his crimson brow.
“Cut the red wire.”
There were children at risk. Maybe his children. He looked at the device–a mess of wires attached to a display. For all Ralph knew, it was a hoax.
Six…
“Cut the red wire!”
How could Ralph be certain this caller was with the bomb squad?
What did the disembodied voice know about what was happening in front of Ralph’s eyes?
Ralph set down the phone, and slowly, passively, backed away.
The clock ticked down to zero.
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Matthew J. Fromm
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Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (8)
Omg you left us with the mystery Matthew! What an excellent premise though - someone has a bomb to deal with but is taking advice from a mysterious person....
I’m with Ralph. I would be reluctant to trust anyone who wasn’t there. Hope he ran the f**k out of dodge.
Well I guess that’s one approach. Left in the lurch, but I suspect things go south for Ralph and the kids
Oh, man. Everyone knows red means dead
So what happened? Or am I missing some context? 😅😅
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I'm choosing to interpret this as a metaphor for tariffs and what just happened with said tariffs.
I’m saying this nicely, but please note my inside voice is swearing at you. This was tense and well written for such a short piece.
Awesome, I was gripped and then...deflated lol. Well wrought as all the cool kids say!