Bombs and Ostriches

Prompted Fiction

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The cold light pole against his face somehow made Morton Broadmore feel a little better. Slightly. A tiny bit.

Emotionally, more than physically.

Physically he was still a guy who had soiled his own pants when he heard, in perfect English, the man in the Charles De Gaulle Airport scream “ I have a bomb.”