NIGHTMARE COME TRUE
by QUILLER
RATED FRC |
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This short piece was inspired
during the Tracy Island Writers Forum Brits get-together in
Nottingham in summer of 2006. One of the group was from Wales,
so you can blame her for this! Click here for the full-screen version.
John
stared at the console, his palms sweating. This was it - his
worst nightmare come true. Tentatively he reached for the
switch that connected him to Base.
"What have
you got for us, John?" Jeff was businesslike as always.
"A bad
case of subsidence, Father. A bus carrying a load of children
has fallen down an old mine. The village is in a remote part
of north Wales and the local rescue services have asked for
our help."
"FAB,
John. Scott's on his way. What's the location?"
John
swallowed. "It's Lan... " he hesitated. "Clan..." the rest of
the sentence was a mumble.
"Sorry,
John, I didn't quite catch that."
John had a
sudden inspiration. "It's Latitude 53 degrees, 10 minutes
North, Longitude 4 degrees, 15 minutes West."
As John
signed off he couldn't stop a small smile from playing across
his face. Scott was always so sure of himself, in any
situation. Let him deal with the authorities at
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