FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 100 word story, June 8, “BOMB SCARE!”

Superbowl, Sunday.

“What?! Did you say bomb? Confirmed? Where? The blimp? How can that be…?”

I looked up. It hovered over the stadium, the object of impending death and destruction.

“Evacuate? There are over two hundred thousand seated in this stadium. OK, sir. Right away. We’ll get started, but send me more officers. It will be pandemonium, chaos.”

People ran, pushing, shoving, climbing over seats, over people, desperate.

“Get out of my way!”


Every seat, now emptying as people merged into the swarm rushing at the stairwells, elevators, ramps.

I jerked, waking up. Again! Dreaming the same dream.

Posted June 7, 2012 by Joyce in Friday Fictioneers, Short Fiction, Writing

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