The Bomb House

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Submitted: February 19, 2018

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Ted laughed as he opened the envelope. "An invitation for a 25 year high school reunion. What a joke, I'm dying anyways.."

The doctor had given him 6 months to live. He knew he was ill, yet he was too stubborn to get checked out. By the time they diagnosed him, it was too late.

Ted figured, if he had to die, he'd go out his own way. Since he had plenty of money, anyways, he decided to go all out. He had a house built for him, that's set to blow up on a certain date. A few hours before the bomb is triggered, the house will lock down. 

One day, as Ted was doing his routine hike around the abandoned walking path, he met someone. She was a very pretty lady with innocent brown eyes, and a flower in her hair. She was dressed like someone out of the Victorian era. 

"Ma'am," Ted said, grinning from ear to ear, "I'm glad to see someone growing flowers in this place. This poor park seems to have been forgotten about a long time ago."

The woman jumped up, startled. 

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that," Ted said with a wink."

"Why, hello, I'm Sherri. This is one of my favorite places to go. I come here to meditate. I'm just trying to beautify the place a little bit." She blushed.

"I love to garden," he said, "We should meet here more often."

Soon Ted was meeting her at the park, practically every day. They would talk, hold hands, and laugh.

A short time later, he asked Sherri to move in. "Why be lonely?" he thought. He decided not to tell her about his situation, figuring this would only be temporary.

Ted never thought he would fall for her as hard as he did. A thought kept occuring to him, that he had to push out of his mind. "Why don't we just die together?" As the time grew nearer, he decided not to tell her.

A couple days before the mechanism was set to go off, Ted changed his mind. He made up and excuse to break up with Sherri, and kicked her out of the house.

The day of the countdown, Sherri snuck in to check on Ted. He was not acting like himself, and she couldn't understand why he made up a bogus excuse to push her away. Little did she realize, the house was set to lock down in a few minutes. She crawled into bed with him, and he held her, speechless from the irony of the situation. As they watched the "Death Clock" count down to the New Year, Ted sobbed, because he realized there  was nothing more he could do. The last thing they ever heard were the shouts of excitement announcing the start of the New Year.


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