Once again, I participated in the 100 Word Story Weekly Challenge. This week, the topic was Danger Zone. Stop by the 100 Word Story podcast to hear (and read) the rest of the stories, and vote for the best entries. You can hear my story below, or if the player’s borked, a direct link is here.
The bomb disintegrates the glass wall of the bank in the musical disharmony of a thousand xylophones in a trash compactor. The concussion throws me and the few others who were standing in line to the ground. My mouth serves up a single whispered word: “terrorists”. I scan the area for bearded, turbaned men before I remember to feel guilty.
The plump woman beside me wears a dress cut too low for her. I wonder how I have time to notice her clothes. She points at the masked and spandexed figures entering the bank and whispers:
“Not terrorists. Worse. Villains.”