Thursday, 5 January 2012
Thirty-Sixth Friday Flash - The Station
Advil was sure everyone thought she was strange searching every inch of the floor with a magnifying glass. She doubled checked her watch, yes it was the right time and date. The eye strain was giving her a headache, popping a few pills, she downed them with some water. Holding the water bottle to her forehead to cool herself down she spotted something. Passing the water bottle to her assistant Tom she grabbed the magnifying glass and had a closer look.
It was a little red spot. Maybe the prophecies were true? Maybe her research wasn't for nothing?
”This is it Tom!” She swapped the magnifying glass for a pick axe. Tom backed away. Widening her stance she took a swing at the red spot, smashing a few tiles with the first blow.
Everyone turned around and stared.
Advil swung again, some of the tile came away and the red spot grew bigger.
A security guard approached.
“Keep him back Tom!”
Tom pulled out a badge. “Halt! This is a vital FBI mission, stay back.”
“Pull the other one pal, I saw you rock up in a rust bucket, you're just a bunch of crazy kooks,” replied the security guard hotly.
“So says the rent-a-cop.”
But the confrontation was cut off by gasps. The red and smelly stuff was gushing from the hole. People screamed and ran away. Advil was covered head to toe with the stuff.
“What is it?” asked a finely dressed old man.
Advil laughed. “The red one, he is coming!”
“You're wrong, I'm already here.”
The old man snapped his fingers. The gooey red stuff burst into flames.
There was a loud bang. “No dreaming in class!”
Advil sat up to attention and wiped the drool from her mouth. She had to stop watching those late night horror movies.
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