The Burden

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Usually, I’d have left long back. A honeymooning couple holding hands, whispering and giggling without a care in the world. A harassed young mother trying to feed, what looks like goop, to her bawling kid while her husband runs toward the smoking room for one last cigarette. An unkempt young man dressed in shockingly horrible ensemble playing the moonlight sonata on the piano. A swarm of beautiful air-hostesses with their perfectly coiffed hair and smiles walking towards the boarding gates.

I look at them and see a huge fireball in their immediate future.

This time, I decide to join them.

Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Please find other entries here

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  1. What a chilling little tale, Varad! Being able to see people’s future would be a terrible burden, especially if you felt empathy for those whose fate you foresaw. The question is, why would he join them, knowing the dreadful death that awaited him? I can only imagine that it was a heroic act of defiance in the face of Fate. I wonder if his decision changed the outcome…

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  2. Nice one, Varad. Looks like ours go well together. Looks like your guy has had enough of blowing people up and has decided to join them this time.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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  3. Did he decide to join them because he no longer felt the excitement of bombing people out of the sky? This one is a bit scary, with just the right touch of mystery.

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  4. “This time”? Has he seen many fireballs? I would think the authorities would be suspicious by now if he had skipped out on a couple of air disasters 😉 Joking aside, well done. A burden indeed!

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