Bad timing

Phone booth

Copyright – Danny Bowman

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” Danny stammered as he ran down the street.  What the fuck had he gotten himself into?  Should have just walked past, but no, he just had to take a peek.

Stupid – fucking stupid.

He paused at the corner of a cross junction, his head turning quickly from side to side as he searched desperately for a phone booth, heart pounding in his ears.  There!  Just down the street…

Danny ran as fast as he could, reached the phone booth, picked up the receiver…

…there was a flash of light and searing pain in his hand…

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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13 Responses to Bad timing

  1. misskzebra says:

    I’m very intrigued!

  2. unspywriter says:

    Great build-up of tension and, yes, way bad timing. Good job.

    Here’s mine: http://unexpectedpaths.com/friday-fictioneers/priorities/

  3. From the frying pan into the fire.

    Hope your weekend isn’t anything like this!! 🙂

    janet

  4. Kent Bonham says:

    Yeah, that DEFINITELY ruins a day.

  5. I’ve often wondered how much extra time you would need to be able to reach a phone booth, make your call and then escape once more, without being caught inside by your assailant. Clearly Danny hadn’t quite worked that one out either!

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