Red Space Rocket

Today in English we just put our heads down and pens to paper and wrote. This sounds like a really simple and obvious idea but it is massively effective. You don’t have to keep everything you write but at least once it’s down on paper you can use it later.

The central question of the stories of stories is – could you kill someone you love?

In that moment it felt like he could never have been ready for a decision like this. The course of one lifetime is not enough to be genuinely ready.

Jack’s eyes were wide open and every single nerve in his body tingled. The whole world seems both incredibly real and completely unreal. It was like watching himself and everyone else in the room up on a movie screen. Somehow it was entirely removed and artificial but at once it was real, tangible and vivid. He could very literally taste the consequences of his decision in his mouth.

Time was running out. The clocks was very literally ticking and the seconds stretched out as all eyes were on him.

With the greatest of effort he made his mouth form the words.

“Small American thanks.”

Once the decision was made it seemed like the only thing he could have done in this situation. Jack surely did love a good Mexicana pizza but the truth, known to him and lovers of pizza everywhere, was that if you put too little chilli then it was bland but just a flake or two too much and you’d need a mouth forged of raw steel to eat the damn thing.

As the cheese set to work on his arteries the grease set to work on his t-shirt. An especially thick glob ran down the navy material, over the logo, hesitated, then dropped all of one foot to his shiny new mobile phone sitting on the cheap laminate.

It rang.