Explosion
I was going through all the documents I have started writing stories in that I never get round to finishing because I don’t think them through properly before I start them and found this, and this it is actually not that bad, I have been reading a lot of Dean Koontz recently, and it seems to be to be in that kind of style and if I can adapt it and think of a story to fit, I feel it wouldn’t be too bad a read.
“The street was quiet with no-one in sight. Rain poured down from the clouded heavens smashing onto the roofs of the cars and hammering into the windows with a violent repetition. The end of this street joined the coastal road and you could see the ocean. The sun had only just dipped below the horizon and it had set the sky ablaze above the ocean as the waves pounded against the recently reworked sea defences.
Lights had started to come on in the living rooms of the citizens as they settled in for a night of crap television and their dinners not wanting to go outside into the rain. A front door opened in the middle of the street as someone emerged shoulders shrugged against the cold wind. The residents of the house were obviously against smoking as they turned their guest into a victim of the storm. The short man looked to his right observing the flaming sky thinking about the beauty of that stunning scene contrasting with the dreary weather.
He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and took one from the carton and placed it into his mouth. Next he retrieved his Zippo lighter from the depths of his suit pants and brought it up in front of the white cancer stick protruding from his lips, after flipping it open, and as he brought his thumb down on the metal wheel an explosion tore from the car parked in front of the house almost as if the lighter was the detonator, it was so in time with the Zippo wick catching fire. The shock wave of the explosion lifted the man up propelling him through the door, which hadn’t quite closed, and threw him into the stair case where he now lay. Dead on impact.
The glass in the window, though double glazed, was clearly not strong enough to stand its own against the blast. Glass fragments flew across the room cutting the faces of the dead man’s wife and her hosts, Geoffrey and Barbara. Following the glass came the wall and roof of the house crushing all three of them.
Across the city five more car bombs had been detonated at the same time simultaneously, killing their intended victims and also any innocent people in the process, including a single mother and her new born child. These were targeted attacks taking out six attorneys that were close to winning high profile cases.”
