100, 0000 Welcomes to Ireland By James Hayes He gave a victorious smile as he made his way to the platform; he had cleared the security check. The guards are not too bright, he said to himself with a smile. As he had been instructed, he activated the bomb strapped to his chest in the loo just before he boarded the train. He picked a seat in the middle of the carriage; he was out of the view of the camera. He glanced at his watch; the blast would go off at rush hour, when the station would be crowded. It will be a glorious death he thought, I will be in God’s hands with my virgins. As he looks around, he was surprised to see her sitting in front of him; it can’t be he thought she just looks like my mother. Three stations had already passed by; will she leave before the station? A voice announced the arrival of the next stop, he looked eagerly at the woman, and she didn’t hurry to the door. It was getting crowded; he was losing sight of her. He hoped that she had got off. The same voice now announced the arrival at station, it had finally come, the bomb was already armed, he clasped the trigger, and all he needed to do now was to flip the switch. The passengers started crowding near the door, oh no, the woman was still sitting in front of him. His hands was trembling, how can I do this, she is just a woman. What’s the point of this? What wrong did this passenger ever do to him or his brothers and sisters who live in a far off land? How can they be responsible for the suffering of the children, he was thinking as the train came to a stop. Realizing he was staring at her, she smiled at him; he smiled a warm smile back. He knew what he must do. A serene calm and contentment swept through him. He knew there was no turning back, they would not only kill him but torture his family back home, and it will not stop the next one, he knew they would not give up. He looked at the sky, what to do God. He looked outside, people running in all directions, in a hurry going nowhere. The woman was standing by the door now. She was still looking at him, he waved at her, and she gave a smile and waved back as she stepped from the train. The train was empty now, he was alone. Now, he looked outside, the train was under the station cover, but he was able to see the last of the daylight as it died. He smiled a wry smile; he would join his God, he prayed he flipped the switch. A few streets away a Holy-man smiled as he said Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine welcomes to Ireland. Copyrighthayesp2004
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 11:17:15 +0000
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