Writer: Mark. A. Pritchard
Released: 11th February 2015
Publisher: The Rorshach Rant
Nothing happened, and so he waited, waited, waited.
Still nothing, so he acted.
On the day that would be his last he woke early, excited with the knowledge that finally, finally, finally, something was actually going to happen.
How exciting, an event, a scene, a moment when the apathy, the boredom, the routine, the tedium would be broken.
Forever.
Shower, shave, and the rest, his breakfast was light.
He put his shoes on, walked to the bus.
The driver glanced indifferently with cold dead amphibian eyes.
Still, he smiled.
Something was happening to him today; at last. The smile came naturally, like the dawn of a new day on a blood soaked battlefield.
The young man was liberated, so close to his end, and free at last.
He fiddled with his coat, adjusted his backpack, time was almost running out.
Passengers finally noticed him; they shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
What was this young man doing?
What was he up to?
He stood up.
No, no, no, he can’t be, he can’t be.
Surely somebody will do something?
Stop him?
They sat, watched, nobody acted but the young man.
Then
It happened.
An explosion.
Not in our town?
Surely not in our town?
A defining moment that would change the town forever.
Nothing could ever be the same again.
The young man stepped off the bus.
Carrying with him the battered remains of his iphone.
Destroyed, never to be used again.
He dropped it in a bin.
It was easier than he had thought.
His mind now free, he had acted, and done what had to be done.
He walked to the library.
Smiling.
Picked up a book.
And started to read.
Artwork in story is 'New World Order' by the brilliant theKinhe on deviant art. Check him out here:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/New-World-Order-175230007
Brilliant to say so much,in so few words. Spot on.
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