Saturday, 30 April 2011
Z is for.....'ZERO HERO' (flash fiction)
So, we approach the finishing line! The April A-Z challenge is complete - wasn't sure I'd make it to the end, but here we are: 'Z'-day!
I've seen a lot of blogs and met some new and interesting bloggers on the journey - I'll save most of my comments for the May 2nd 'post-mortem' on Arlee Bird's blog!
I have to say, I admire those who had a theme and carried it through the full 26 letters - I just had an eclectic mix of fact, fiction and fancy! (although, I did consider writing 26 new stories.....maybe next time!)
I had planned a few other ideas for 'Z' but a couple of days ago I woke up with the word 'Zero' in my head. It rhymed with 'hero' and my brain went off on a tangent.......so, to end my A-Z challenge, I decided to create one more piece of flash fiction. Here you go!
It’s times like these you always get that itch you want to scratch. Like the itch I feel right now, around my nose. No amount of facial gymnastics seems to want to shift it. No. It’s hanging in there, right until the bitter end.
I would scratch it, oh, how I’d love to, but my hands are kinda 'busy' right at this moment. Hmmm...red runs here....black disappears around the back...
No good; gotta deal with this scratch. If I move slowly perhaps I can raise my shoulder and.....ah, that’s better! Phew! Right, let’s see what’s happening around the back.
Hmmm....that’s interesting! Now, are you a real 'dummy' wire, or are you just pretending? Gotta make up my mind - the clock’s ticking, literally.
Not that I can hear it, mind you; all I can hear is the whooshing sound in my ears as my heart pumps blood around my body. Surprisingly, it’s beating its monotonous, regular rhythm; strong and steady. Until I make a mistake, that is. Then, I think there’ll be an altogether different sound. Let’s not go there, shall we?
Cutting it fine, Jack. Going right to the wire. Again. Yup. Fifth time in a row. That’s why they call me the ‘Zero Hero’. Hah! They really think I wanna dice with death and hang about until the last minute before I pull the wire? I could say those last few times I just got lucky, is all. Lucky that I pulled the right wires in the nick of time and the bomb didn’t go off. But I don’t think of it as luck. When it’s my time to go, I’ll be ready.
‘Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door....” Thankyou, Mr Dylan, I don’t need you buzzing in my head right now. Not that knocking on heaven’s door is such a bad thing – I’m prepared – it’s the messy business of dying that bothers me. Especially in my line of work.
Man, this one’s a real doozy. Well, I can’t wait, lives depend on it. Me? I’m on borrowed time already; I’ve used up more ‘lives’ than your average cat.
Red, I win; black, I -
Phew.....don’t die today.
Seems You still have more for me to do in this life, God? Catch you later, then!