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  >> Static Item >> Short Story >> Thriller/Suspense >> ID #1587747  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Dawn Deadline
WINNER Daily Flash Fiction 8/3 (298 wds)
Rated:
18+
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Avg Rating: (7)
Author's Note: This item was written for the "Daily Flash Fiction" Contest on 8/3/2009, using these prompts: escape, deadline, morning.
(Word Count: 298)
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Dawn Deadline


Two figures dressed in black, ran from the safety of the trees, across an unlit expanse of tarmac, and up the stairs of an official looking building.

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" hissed Spider.  He searched for Bounder's eyes in the dark, but saw only blackness.

"Got it covered," came an answering hiss from in front of him.  There was a scratching sound, then a soft click and the door to the building opened.  Spider and Bounder slipped inside, ran through the lobby and up the stairs.

"Come on, I'll lift you up."  Bounder hoisted Spider so he could reach what they'd come to get.  Disengaging their prize took only a moment.  Then, they made their escape out the main door and back into the night.

Spider and Bounder ran across to the rendezvous point where others of their clandestine group were already waiting.  They had precious little time to finish the job before the dawn deadline.  Every member of the group played a part in the grand scheme.  They worked with the well-oiled precision of an athletic team and soon, they had completed their assigned task.

The next morning, Rocket Man, surveyed both their creation and the gleeful reaction it sparked. 

Outside the Student Union, the statue of Davy Crocket had had a makeover.  It wore a floppy sun hat and a baggy dress.  Two mannequin arms inside the sleeves in an unusual pose completed the picture.  One arm reached inside the unbuttoned top to clutch the chest; the other went under the hitched-up skirt to the crotch.  A stolen sign propped at its feet read: "Women's Self Help Center."

The new pledges had come through, thought Rocket Man.  The Delta Kappa Gamma Fraternity would induct some new members at the end of Rush week.
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