Time Bomb

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic



Time Bomb


The clock was ticking.

The man with the black hat had finally seen her coming.

This was it. 

The man got in front of the old woman, stopping her dead in her tracks. 

“Hello there.” said the mystery man.

“Excuse me, sir, I’m afraid I’m in a hurry.”

He bent his neck down to whisper in the old woman’s ear.

“Follow my instructions or everyone here is dead. Say nothing. Nod your head so people think we are having a nice conversation.”

The old woman nodded her head.

“Good. Now, listen closely.”

He moved his lips closer to her ear, talking with a calm softness.

“In this briefcase is a bomb, and under my thumb, the trigger. Everything is normal. Keep looking forward.”


“Now. You are going to answer my question.”

The mystery man faced her again.

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” he said, showing her the device that was hidden in his right hand, and the button under his thumb.

“Why so help me, I--”

He wiggled the suitcase. “I really suggest you don’t try to play the hero today.” 

The old woman glared at the man with her eyes squinted.

“What do you want from me?”

With a glare, he put his briefcase down gently. He grabbed an item from a pocket within his blazer with his left hand, and transferred it to his free fingers on his right. He picked the briefcase back up.

“Look at this photo.”

She did.

All the old woman could do was stare.

“Do you know who this is?”

“...I have no idea.” 

“Hmm. Are you sure about that?” he said, letting her see his thumb gliding over the button.

“You tell me where she is, or everyone around you dies.”


“Tell me where she is, now. You only have 30 more seconds.”

The old woman began to hyperventilate. 

“Do as I say.”

27 seconds.

“I don’t know where she is.”

23 seconds. 

“We both know that’s not true,” he said as he got his thumb ready.

19 seconds.

“Don’t be a fool. It’s her or hundreds of people, including yourself.”

16 seconds.

“See all these nice, innocent people? Use your peripheral vision. Yes, that’s it. Now think about it. Are all of these people’s lives worth information that is inevitable for us to have?”

10 seconds.

“If you don’t answer in 10 seconds, everyone is dead.”

7 seconds.

As the clock ticked on, she put her elbows up and her hands near the photo.

4 seconds. 

“She’s in the Eastern City.”

1 second.

The man smirked.

“Thank you for your time.”

The man walked past her left side and blended in with the crowd and exited.

All that remained in that spot was the sunlight radiating off of an old woman, who was on her knees, with hands on her face, sobbing uncontrollably. 

No one had known what she had just done. 


Submitted: May 08, 2020

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