#MenageMonday Challenge – Week 43

 

I got a strange feeling when my parka filled with air. It wasn’t a good feeling either. We reverently scanned the cemetery. I heard the almost inaudible pop and froze. Lucky me, I found another trigger. It wasn’t the first time I’ve found one of those in there; I felt the others turn their eyes on me. We had no idea how long the booby-traps had been there or if they were still active. I had a choice to make.
“Everyone back away,” I yelled behind me. “This plot is too dangerous.”
I heard their murmurs and whispers rise then quiet behind me. I assumed they were away as I no longer heard their breath or the muffled tramping of their boots. It was now or never. I lifted my foot slowly, expecting a great explosion but there wasn’t one. I smiled—another dud.
I faced my men, who had not retreated from the cemetery as I had ordered. Their parkas flapped gently in the breeze that ended the silence. My men stood still like statues. I approached one. His flesh was now marble and his eyes no longer saw me. The others were the same.

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  • Charles Jones
    August 14, 2012 - 5:06 PM · Reply

    I won Honorable Mention – Joe Says: Brother used fewer than 200 words and set a perfectly eerie tone with every one…like a Twilight Zone that Rod Serling totally wishes he would have thought of. Only he can’t. On account of that whole “no longer being alive thing” he has going on right now. So: Charles for the win. Boom.

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