Twenty-two minutes is not a great deal of time. You can’t watch an entire episode of Lost, or properly study for an exam in American Literature. These days, you can’t even take a proper nap in twenty-two minutes.
So, then, you can see my dilemma having only twenty-two minutes time in which to save the world. In truth, I had started with a full half hour. All things considered though, I believe I used the first eight very wisely in disbelief of the situation. I mean, why worry if the madman in front of you is really just pulling wool?
Comments
There are no comments on this story yet.
Want to comment on this ficlet? You need to sign in!