Danny had been sick of it all for a long time. The people around him. Traffic. His job at the factory.
He manipulated the heating system. Stashed all the pallets into the same room, lit a candle. Barred all doors.
-Isn’t it very hot in here today? Mr Rachman said to his secretary.
-It is, she answered. -It is quite hot. She looked out of the window. It had been rather cold in the morning.
Down on the floor Parker looked over at the door to the storage room. -Why is the gate closed? We’re supposed load the truck!
-I have no idea, it was open last time I checked.
-And where the fuck is Danny? Get the door open!
-It’s stuck, sir!
-Do you smell… smoke?
The candle would take half an hour to burn down. Half an hour had gone by.
Phil and Liz were standing on the roof terrace, looking out over the city. They could hear sirens running through town. Phil stood up, leant over the fence. He could see smoke on the other side of town.
-Look! The fertilizer factory is burni…
The explosion blew Danny off his feet. He could feel the heat in his neck. Then it was all over. He kept walking. The bridges were burnt. He was finally free.
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That’s going to be one big, big bang!
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It was. Now he just have to keep walking.
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Good job on the artwork with this one. Really eye catching
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Thank you very much.
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Entre Western Civilization feels the same as Danny at the moment. F it. Start over.
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Let’s hope most people find better solutions…
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Doesn’t look that way…
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So you believe everyone are going to blow their city away?
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No…more like blow themselves away…or more peacefully, walk away from that hopeless job…
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I would call that a better solution, though 😀
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Oh, Danny. I expect everyone will assume he was killed in the blast, too. Such a lovely, quiet lad…
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Aren’t they always. Now he can become the cool guy somewhere else, though. No one’s going to tell them who he used to be.
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He takes the concept of burning bridges quite literally!
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Now he knows he won’t meet anyone he knows from home where he’s going. Ever.
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Unless they become zombies and go after him. 😉
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Don’t worry, they’re blown to bits. Ghosts, maybe?
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Yes, ghosts would make more sense. Unless they’re able to reassemble themselves. 😉
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Its scaring me how much I like this idea. 😉
We have all thought of starting over, all anew. Danny went and did it.
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Haha! “If you’re going to do something, make sure you do it well” 😀 Thanks!
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Like the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire meets Bhophal.
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I had to look those up. There are, however, several other examples in one of the links, the latest being the port of Beirut. Fertilizers are risky business.
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Yup. (chemical engineer – we have to learn about a lot of disasters in school during the ethics portion of Senior Design).
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Probably a good idea 😉
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