IDEA - 10-1-2020
by
Patrick Ryan
1,581 Words
Where are you going today, Ashley Lemay? Fire up the jet, Marmalade’s the cheapest you can get. To fly you to Bonnaroo or Timbuktu; this ain’t no luxury, there is no crew. Although the passengers may be questionable at best; just mind your own business and get some rest. If anyone asks how you got to be where you are; shrug it off and tell them you rented a car. Airports are for tourists; you’ll be landing on a dirt road in the forest. They don’t collect passports amongst the trees, no questions asked but they’ll be fees. And who would want to travel in such a manner; criminals of course, so don’t be candor. Halfway through there’s a shake and a rattle; forced to land on a farm with some cattle. Stuck with those who can’t be trusted; on foot we go, the plane is busted. Although her company is vile and mean; Ashley has a secret of her own, worse than you could dream. The time is ticking, the deadline will be soon; a bomb will explode, tick tick boom. And what does Ashley have to do with a bomb you ask, it’s in her backpack, destined for a deadly task. If she fails to deliver the bomb in hand; her life will end buried in the sand. So, she must trust killers, rapists, and thieves alike; to put her position for her strike. Innocent life will be lost in the fight; if Ashley’s bomb detonates tonight. What’s that through the clearing, it’s Houston, Texas, target nearing. If she can get the bomb into position; this suckers nuclear, put this city out of commission. She walks ahead, where are you going; criminals question, her intentions are showing. They all realize they might die in this fire; impede her progress, she’s sparked their ire. Ashley runs to deliver death; chased by miscreants, she’s out of breath. Caught red-handed placing the bomb; they turn it off, saving millions from harm. You’re too late now she says with a grin; I’m not the only one they sent to pay for your sins? Everyone stops, they hear something explode; fade to black, there was another payload.
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