It wasn’t my fault “It wasn’t my fault,” Max whispered as he laid down. Sleep faught him for hours. He woke standing in a circle outlined with white light. The room was pitch black dark. Though he didn’t move, his body told him he couldn’t. He was slightly scared. Curious. Worried.Continue reading “You’re Next”
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You’re Next
The mother Max changed out of the wet hurricane clothes. Walking on stage, microphone in hand, he screwed on a smile. “Welcome back folks.” Travis was still lying in his glass box. The mother had been given a chair. Max hung his head. “As a result of yesterday’s heat,Continue reading “You’re Next”
You’re Next
Travis “Travis, you’re next.” “F (beep) you man.” The camera caught what Travis was saying and beeped out the offending word. The pendent was still on the hurricane. “I’m not spinning this thing.” The fake audience gasped. Max hung his head, “it’s the law Travis. We all have toContinue reading “You’re Next”
You’re Next
Max Max stepped on the stage holding his pencil thin microphone, smiling his perfect smile. “Yesterday was light snow. The station was flooded with calls. Light snow was a big inconvenience. People hated driving in it. Hated having to close up their summer fun shops. Not heavy enough for anyone to get anContinue reading “You’re Next”
You’re next: a short story
Sue “Hello folks and welcome! I’m your host Max Maxim and what time is it?” The same fake studio audience recording that had been used for the last twenty years cheered and applauded. “That’s right, it’s time for tomorrow’s weather.” With the pencil thin microphone in his right hand, he walked ten stepsContinue reading “You’re next: a short story”
