On the job by Alice Folkart
11:24 AM | Author: Glen Binger
On the job by Alice Folkart

Mohamed settled into seat 32C, adjusting the apparatus bound to his thigh so that he could sit comfortably. He couldn't help but think about the explosion first tearing through his flesh, then ripping outward into the cabin, the wings, the air, fragmenting everything. It wasn't time. First, maybe, some tea.

Hawaii is a good place to write. Alice Folkart likes it because there are just enough other writers to commune with, and not every other waiter or bell boy is an aspiring screen writer. She wonders what the missionaries did without the Internet.
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On 2/2/10, 3:40 PM , stacey dye said...

Alice... you gave me goosebumps with this one. The speaker's casual tone is chilling! Well done! stace

On 2/3/10, 8:56 AM , Jeanne said...

Considering that this horrifying form of suicide is done as a religious act of intense self-sacrifice, I find the speaker's casual tone ridiculous. Of course, it's easier to hate a casual killer than a passionate one.

On 2/26/10, 1:25 AM , Anonymous said...

Alice... this is extremely well played. It brought out the true scariness of extremism. And your choice of tone, the words you chose, makes the story much more frightening, imo. Iow, in anyone else's hands this would have become a cartoon or a cheap thriller.

I just love it because it scares me.