Tick Tock Tick Tock…….. Even if there wasn’t a clock that somebody could hear out loud. I
could hear it. The wires connecting everything to everything making such an evident sound
anywhere, everywhere. Surrounding everything. Everything, but the actual world.
1:47 AM,
the bench dedicated to Haylor Mayne,
53 steps away from the side walk with a official orange streak on it,
the light pole with a bulb out.
I wanted to write more, so much more, but I couldn’t. Somebody was staring. Staring at me.
No - no -NO! They’re eyes. ALL of them. They were boring into my body. Straight into my soul.
Tap..TapTap.. Tap Tap Tap Tap.
My foot bounced, bounced, bounced, bounced.
Up down Up down.
Anybody could decode it. I was anxious,
I was excited,
I was nervous,
I so incredibly………… Anticipating
I was about do something. At the moment of this planning, I perceived that it was going to alter
my life permanently, but I felt it needed to be done. For I was doing something illegal.
Something the feds would for sure hunt me down for. I was accomplishing my greatest
challenge.
Break the Rules
And to do that I had to plant some nitroglycerin.
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3 comments:
I loved the style choice of adding the sound effects. Great!
Wow, I love all the repetition and suspense. Great job!
I love your format! The repetition and format are awesome, they really helped add to the story.
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