A recent challenge on the Tracy Island Writers' Forum was to write a drabble on the theme of 'Fire'.
I always try not to do the obvious so based my entry on the climax of 'Day of disaster'
oooOOOooo
Fire!
What sort of idiot would fire a missile at a rocket that's sitting at the bottom of a river, primed and ready to launch at any moment?
A desperate one, that's what.
I've spent hours cutting away the debris and now time is running out and so are my options. If I fire the missiles, I might save the men in that capsule, or I might blow them to smithereens, and myself along with them. I've talked to Brains and he agrees it's my only course of action.
I take a deep breath, cross my fingers and press the button.