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Win a hot-off-the-press new release paperback copyof
"Two Days in Tehran"
signed and dedicated to you by author
Michael J Hunt
***Author Michael Hunt lives in a town in the north of England made famous
by three Georges – a music hall comic, a man of letters and a ukulele player.
A winner will be plucked from the virtual hat when the contest closes on April 4, the date of the novel’s release by BeWrite Books.
(You won’t be disqualified for cheating if you check Michael’s biography on the new BeWrite Books Blog: http://bewritebooks.blogspot.com/)
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And BTW: the previous winner is delph_ambi. Congratulations delph!
Last Flash Challenge winner:The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever hadby Bintarab. Congratulations Bintarab!
(from the song "Mad World" by Gary Jules)
Darren pulled a knapsack out of his locker and left the letter atop his books. His mom would find that. She wouldn't understand-- actually, he didn't understand it himself: it didn't make sense, and it wasn't like him. Unusual and irrational thoughts, he'd written in the note. But he couldn't stop them. And he couldn't stop himself from acting on them.
The roof of the school tower was empty when he got there with his pack, as was the courtyard down below. Study period would end soon, and then the quad would fill with students gathering for a pep rally. He had ten minutes to get ready.
Darren pulled the gun out of his bag and began loading it.
For the first time in months, no headache thrummed in his brain. He'd gotten so used to it that he fumbled when he realized it was gone. It wasn't just the pain: the whispering had stilled and left blank silence. The air felt thin and sharp, with a sweet breeze cooling his neck. Darren's hand shook so violently that he almost dropped the bullet again.
Was this what it felt like to be normal? He'd forgotten. And was this what it took to bring "normal" back? Maybe that's why he was doing this. Maybe it was the only way to heal himself. Maybe those "irrational thoughts" had been perfectly sensible after all. The sweat trickling down from his temples left itchy trails, but he gripped the gun with both hands. He was afraid to let go of it, even for a second.
Any minute now…
Until the bell rang, he wasn't sure he would go through with it. The flat sound brought his headache back, and with it came his resolve. He watched the courtyard fill up. When his physics teacher stepped out, Darren raised the gun and fired into the sky. As one, they all looked up. He almost laughed at the comical sight, but then he remembered why he was up there.
Before he could change his mind, he pressed the gun under his jaw and squeezed the trigger.
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