The patsy sat in his seat. Right down the front at super
bowl sixty six: the greatest show on earth. Two teams he didn’t care about had
already been introduced and the armoured millionaire beasts now prowled up and
down the lines hollering insults at each other as the announcer went through
the fuss in the middle. Coins tossed, dying children carried off the field for
their final wish. He could see the celebrity tight end wipe his hands on the
grass after lifting a skeletal leukaemia kid into the air. All smiles until her
back was turned. Just a Billion people saw him act an ass.
It didn’t matter thought. He tapped the case at his feet.
Undetectable, unbeatable, he had his response to the hideousness of western capitalism.
Fifty megatons.
He flicked the safety off on the underside of the handle and
looked at his companion.
Tall, dressed in a way that made men turn their heads he
would be a martyr with her for the new order. Her black hair, her deep red lips
and her pale skin were all too perfect. She smiled at him and pointed to the
clock. Not yet, not yet.
The clock had not started, the game should start, the world
should be watching, they needed to see the fire of retribution, the cleansing
flame of the new order. Their Budweisers would spill, they would choke on their
‘chips and dip’ and he would be at ground zero, his body torn into its
constituent parts as painlessly as falling asleep.
Roar.
The clock started, there was a cry from the crowd and a ball
was heaved form one end of the field to the other. Both teams hurtling towards one
another. He looked at his companion and he flicked the switch.
There would be a delay, ten seconds. There was no going
back.
But there was a change. She had a phone in her hand, she had
a look on her face that he had not seen before. It was pity and then it was
glee. She tapped her phone and whispered.
‘Bye bye’
As she faded into the background the heat began. He called
for her and grabbed the air, catching only laughter.
He heard the detonator switch and then realised the stories she told
him were a lie as his every nerve cooked in the first nanoseconds of the explosion.
Around the world people watching their TV sets spilled their beer and choked on
their ‘chips and dip’.
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