THE RED BUTTON

A simple heist. Get in, steal the device and get out. Once inside, I found the device all out in the open, easy picking, I thought. The device had no security measures. Only a single warning sign that reads: “DO NOT PRESS THE RED BUTTON”

Blinkered, I pressed the red button.

Finger still on the button and now unable to move. I could see out of my periphery, that the hands on my wristwatch had stopped. And that wrinkles and dark splotches started appearing on my own hands. My vision blurred and breathing became shallow. My teeth loosened and fell out onto my tongue and my bones fractured beneath my aging skin.

I could hear sirens in the distance and I hoped that they would find me soon.

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

We just gotta push buttons! Especially when told not to - like a "Wet Paint" sign, who hasn't touched it to see?

Humans are contrary creatures and this is a perfect example of that. It's also every thing I like in a piece: compact, concise and complete.

[AcasualPawn]

Well reality doesn't deviate much from this story as well.........

Nice going lmorbid

[EJ's Horror]

hahaha, you should enter that one in the "ode catch 22" competition, you got a small brief marriage of tragedy and comedy.