I didn't think I was going to be able to pull off a Flash Friday this week. Inspiration didn't strike me. But with 45 minutes to spare, I got to work. And 15 minutes before the deadline, I managed to post "I Always Get My Man."
Here is the photo.
And here is the story.
Donovan peered through the binoculars.
“I don’t like this,” he said.
“The trains in this part of Europe always run behind.”
“Don’t worry,” Jenkins said
calmly. “I always get my man.”
“You’re too confident. We shouldn’t
have used a timer. We should have used a compression detonator.”
He checked his watch, then stared down once again. “Damn it! That
bomb is going to go in one minute. And the train is nowhere to be
seen. We’re about to blow up a bridge for nothing. This doesn’t
make sense. Why kill a bunch of innocents to get to one man? How does
HQ even know the mole is on that train anyway? He’s a ghost. No one
has ever seen him. He could be anyone. Any ideas, Jenkins? Jenkins?”
But his “partner” was gone.
At that moment Donovan became acutely
aware of the ticking emanating from his own backpack.
“You were right, my friend. You do
always get your man.”
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