Shit Happens
What could be simpler she thought?
ten seconds to hit the button and
retreat in to the lead lined room...
she hit the button and leapt out of
the leather chair towards the "rescue"
room but her uniform overall caught
and then tangled in the spring-hook
hanger, welded on to the side of the
console
Just before the room temperature
reached seven thousand degrees Celsius,
and vapourized her and the building
she mused, "**** happens".
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2016
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