He wasn’t too far. As he rounded the curve with a vigorous turn of
his wheel, he saw the wildly bustling airport sprawled out ahead of him,
animated by the life giving beams of a sprightly summer sun. The annoying
noise of the planes cleaved through the morning air, tearing along the runway.
Though it wasn’t too hot for the time of the year, the man perspired uncontrollably.
There seemed little reason for him not to. His nerves were worked up to a crescendo
of unmitigated tension, as he briskly shuffled out of the car. He couldn’t keep himself
from visibly quivering as he approached the rear of the vehicle, and swiftly unlocked the
trunk, casting furtive glances around the area. The airport personnel were still
shaking away their languor, waking up to the rays of a new day. They were situated just
as the man could ask for, as he certainly needed to shirk their attention at all costs.
He was clad in the most inconspicuous manner, a quiet overcoat, a blue shirt, and
mauve trousers, besmirched from extensive wear. He had on a pair of round eyeglasses,
and sneakers.
A sense of paramount mission consumed him as he got the travel bag out and
shambled nervously along with it, steadying his jittery self, turning over in his mind
the tenets that had stoked the fires of rebellion in him all his life. What had made him
resort to the step he was taking. The injunction had come, and it must be executed
for the God he’d always adhered to, and the just government he always wanted.
He stole up to a shadowed corner by a column, ranged around by several occupied
benches. Glancing around at the teeming multitudes, he dropped the bag and moved
away with a rapid plod as he flicked out a blinking device. He had just under half a minute,
he had been a bit too late! He made an insane rush for his car, alerting all around him,
but that was past praying, he was dashing for his life. After the magical fashion of
conversation, the alarm had spread like wildfire, with numerous people already running
berserk.
Even the officials in pursuit evidently valued their lives; he didn’t see any as he took
a backward glimpse amidst moments of mind numbing senselessness as he sprinted like
everyone else, irrespective of faiths, of beliefs, of inclination, of mindset. He felt it all
trickle suddenly away, the truths he always thought were truths. The device vibrated,
initiating the final countdown….5…4…3…2…1. He shut his eyes in tumultuous emotion.
He opened them again, in a dreaming ecstasy of disbelief. The device had reported an
error in the wiring, beeping in mechanical disappointment. The bomb had not exploded!
his wheel, he saw the wildly bustling airport sprawled out ahead of him,
animated by the life giving beams of a sprightly summer sun. The annoying
noise of the planes cleaved through the morning air, tearing along the runway.
Though it wasn’t too hot for the time of the year, the man perspired uncontrollably.
There seemed little reason for him not to. His nerves were worked up to a crescendo
of unmitigated tension, as he briskly shuffled out of the car. He couldn’t keep himself
from visibly quivering as he approached the rear of the vehicle, and swiftly unlocked the
trunk, casting furtive glances around the area. The airport personnel were still
shaking away their languor, waking up to the rays of a new day. They were situated just
as the man could ask for, as he certainly needed to shirk their attention at all costs.
He was clad in the most inconspicuous manner, a quiet overcoat, a blue shirt, and
mauve trousers, besmirched from extensive wear. He had on a pair of round eyeglasses,
and sneakers.
A sense of paramount mission consumed him as he got the travel bag out and
shambled nervously along with it, steadying his jittery self, turning over in his mind
the tenets that had stoked the fires of rebellion in him all his life. What had made him
resort to the step he was taking. The injunction had come, and it must be executed
for the God he’d always adhered to, and the just government he always wanted.
He stole up to a shadowed corner by a column, ranged around by several occupied
benches. Glancing around at the teeming multitudes, he dropped the bag and moved
away with a rapid plod as he flicked out a blinking device. He had just under half a minute,
he had been a bit too late! He made an insane rush for his car, alerting all around him,
but that was past praying, he was dashing for his life. After the magical fashion of
conversation, the alarm had spread like wildfire, with numerous people already running
berserk.
Even the officials in pursuit evidently valued their lives; he didn’t see any as he took
a backward glimpse amidst moments of mind numbing senselessness as he sprinted like
everyone else, irrespective of faiths, of beliefs, of inclination, of mindset. He felt it all
trickle suddenly away, the truths he always thought were truths. The device vibrated,
initiating the final countdown….5…4…3…2…1. He shut his eyes in tumultuous emotion.
He opened them again, in a dreaming ecstasy of disbelief. The device had reported an
error in the wiring, beeping in mechanical disappointment. The bomb had not exploded!
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