For this weeks Flash! Friday we had to work the theme of Patience into a story about the following prompt:
Traditions are wonderful. There’s something comforting in the routine of a long established tradition. Routine means predictable.
I crouch in the shadows above the giant metal doorway, counting down. All the food’s in there, in that giant tin can buried in the mountain. The others claw at the door, but I know better.
As I hit zero there is a deep whoosh and flames engulf the crowd below. When the fires have died down the door grinds open to reveal a solitary figure. He’s in full hazmat gear with a gizmo. It clicks and clacks like a dance recital. I wait until he’s clear and I drop down silently, slipping into the shadows of the airlock. He returns and the door locks with a hiss of clean air. The inner door opens to reveal more food than I could ever eat. As I bite into the first person, I am thankful for traditions. It will be a happy New Year!