THE FUSE
By
Erik Gustafson
A long tightly twisted straw-like string curved around the living room floor like a forgotten vacuum cleaner cord. One end of the cord dangled from the gloved hand of a man dressed entirely in black. His other hand held a silver Zippo. With a click, the lighter blazed to life and he held it under the cord.
The fuse ignited and sparked.
The man let it drop to the floor.
"Later," he said and sprinted out of the room.
The burning progressed slowly, with a dreadful...
Published on March 08, 2012 21:39