Writing Prompts…

(prompt: As the dust settled, he opened his eyes and saw twisted cardboard and aluminum… and biscuit dough hanging from the rafters…)

This can’t be happening. It just can’t. Not again.

It was a seemingly regular occurrence – something simple turned into something not so simple, at least when the explaining began, and then it just fell apart and turned into a nightmare.

In his head it all made sense, it wasn’t rocket surgery. He just had to be careful with it. He wasn’t.

It didn’t matter now anyway. The damage was done. There was no cleaning this one up. There was no going back.

As he picked himself up a thought occurred to him. This wasn’t an accident. There was no way. He was careful and he’d done this a million times before. This one thing was his thing. He was good at it. He didn’t make mistakes with this. Ever.

He mentally backtracked, looking for any moment that seemed…off. It had to be there. It was a simple operation with only a few hands involved in the transport, buy, and final delivery – so someone in that chain was responsible.

He collected what little remained from the exploded the canister and gave it a once over.

And then he had it. He knew.

He let out a sigh as he read the words. “Best Before Jan. 4 2020.”

 

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s