I managed to eke out a quick short story today for Flash Friday.
This is the prompt we had to work with:
And here is "A Bad Day."
The Geiger counter was silent.
Phew, I thought. That's a relief.
I was ready to call it a day and go home. I wanted to put this one far behind me. A nice quiet dinner with my wife and kids, and then a glass of wine by the fireplace would go a long way toward accomplishing that goal.
We all have our bucket lists. I suppose to some extent we (consciously or not) also have an “un-bucket” list. Things we hope never to do.
Like sitting paralyzed as the pressure gauge rockets to the red line.
I never did like those hazmat suits. They tend to creep people out. With good reason, I suppose.
“So we're good?” I said.
“Hold on,” he said. At least that’s what I think he said. It was hard to understand him with the hood covering his face. “Open your mouth.”
I did. The thing started squealing like a pig.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Feel free to share your thoughts on "A Bad Day."
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