BOOM!

John held his breath while he opened the box. The classes he took at the police academy would soon pay off if he didn’t screw up this assignment. He saw the digital clock ticking down the seconds and the wires attached to the plastic explosive.
 
“Which wire…which wire? Why do I have to be colorblind?” he asked himself.

 

Johnny was born dyslexic. All his life he did things backwards. He tried hanging a door but ended up with it upside down and the hinge pins fell on the floor. He tried plumbing but couldn’t put rubber washers in the correct way so the water kept running after he turned the knob off.

 

 Now he needed to be accurate. The lives of seven cats and two dogs, post-operative, depended on his proficiency.

 

 Apparently, someone was angry with the veterinarian who performed castrations that took place in this little operating room.

 

“My wire cutter,” he muttered excitedly. “Where is it? Oh my God!  I left it on the workbench at home.”

 

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Reviews

[Albert Freeman]

I can well understand the anger from the W.A.A.C.A. coalition. This is going to be one of those priceless moments. A color blind, dyslexic man trying to disarm a bomb. lol. Get ready for the fireworks.

Another good short story.