I wrote this quite a while ago while sitting at a Twins game; I never pay
attention to the actual game. More recently I wrote a longer story at another
Twins game about a grounds keeper witnessing a murder in the clubhouse.
“That plane is flying awfully close.” Jim comments to his
friend as they sit in the outdoor baseball stadium.
“I’m sure there’s an airport nearby.” Collin replies.
“I don’t know…” Jim still is uneasy. He watches as the metal
plane comes closer. In an instant Jim realizes something; “Collin, we’ve got to
get out of here!” Urgently he tugs at his friend, standing up.
“What’re you talking about!?
They’re about to strike out this guy!” His friend stubbornly remains
sitting. Jim looks up; the deafening roar of the plane fills the air, its metal
belly descending upon them like a giant bird of prey. Other people begin to
notice this as well. Jim watches in horror as an object is dropped from the
plane.
“It’s a bomb!” Several people begin screaming. Instantly the
crowded stadium becomes a mad house as people trample each other, scrambling
for the doors. Time slows down for Jim; he just stands there, watching
helplessly as the metal object plummets towards the field. He sees people’s
horrified faces; panic and fear fill the air. He can’t seem to make out what
anyone is saying, the chaos melts down into ominous silence in his head. Collin
is screaming something at him. Then he hears it; a high pitched whistling,
coming from the bomb as it approaches the earth. Time kicks into hyper speed
and Jim drops to the cement floor just as the bomb makes impact. Heat envelopes
him, his vision is filled with blinding light.
Jim knew this was the end.
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