Tick, Tick, Tick

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by an Imaginarium House members 6 word story prompt!

Submitted: May 18, 2017

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Tick, Tick, Tick.

 

Martin walked into the office. Before he’d even pushed the door open he’d noticed that it was unusually quiet. There was no buzz of conversation, no moving of chairs, no footsteps.

 

Not one of the desks were occupied. Not one of the seats were sat in. Several of the monitors showed home screens but most of the computers had not yet been turned on. It was all very strange and Martin found it vaguely unnerving.

 

He checked the time, the date and the day just in case he’d got it wrong. But no, it was not a Sunday nor a holiday. Maybe they’d all been called away to a meeting of some sort. He shrugged off his unease and walked towards his desk.

 

Half way there he spotted the package. It was wrapped in brown paper, about 10 inches square. From where he stood he could not see a label but as he got nearer he saw his name written clearly on the packaging.

Strange......must be some kind of stationary.

 

Martin sat down in his chair, spun round to face his desk and reached a hand out towards the package. Just as his hand made contact with the box a ticking noise started.

 

Tick, tick, tick.....

 

It was coming from the package. There was no doubt about that! Ticking.....parcel.......bomb!

 

As soon as Martin put those three words together he spun his chair around. Cover......he needed cover. And quickly. The desk across the room.......if he could just make it there before the timer ran out. Martin got to his feet and dived across the room.

 

Once under the desk, the man squatted down and put his arms up over his head. There was no telling how powerful the explosion was going to be.

 

Tick, tick, tick, tick...BANG!

 

The bang was loud enough but not ear-shattering. Martin opened his eyes to find multi-colored pieces of paper floating around the room. The office door was flung open and his co-workers burst through the door with shouts of ‘Surprise’ and ‘Happy Birthday’.

 

Wishing he was almost anywhere else, feeling a combination of anger and gratitude, Martin sheepishly crawled out from underneath the desk. Several of his workmates looked shocked but the tension soon dissolved when Martin said, “You lot are right pillocks! I could have called the Bomb Squad!”

 

You didn’t have time,” laughed Angela, passing him a small wrapped box.

 

Yeah, well......Thanks, guys!”


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