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Blimp Down: A Narrative Fiction

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As I finish climbing the icy metal ladder, I shove my hands in my pockets, remembering what my mother said about frostbite when my brother and I would come inside after secretly playing in the snow. I won't forget her, no matter what happens. Staying flat on my feet to keep my balance, each step sinks into the blimps white canvas covering as I work my way up the blimp Then I see him. "Hello professor," I sneer. He senses my accusation. "You know it was for the best," He replies,"she had to go sometime. "And she didn't deserve to live the rest of her life!?" I shout, partially for him to hear me over the wind and partially because I was furious with him. “Ha” he laughs and his short gray wispy beard goes up and down, …show more content…

You think think that makes it any better!" "In a way, yes!" "No, I can't let you do this" I say, trying to get the conversation back on track. "I am taking this blimp down", he replies,"even if it costs me my life," "Why do you want to kill all these people?" "A few of the people on this thing have secrets I do not want released into the public". "So that's why your doing this then, you figure it's okay to kill some innocent people just to keep some information from spreading". "You'll learn someday that sacrifices have to be made in certain situations, it was the same thing with mother." “You're a murderer”, I say even though I know that each word I say raises the temper in both of us ,“a killer and a liar!” “I think our definitions of killer are quite different”. After he finishes the last word in his sentence, something inside me snaps like a fragile twig. Each word he said had ground it down until it was as thin as paper. What he just said hit it like a rusty axe, and that axe snapped the twig like it wasn’t there at all. So I punch him, and he doubles over clutching his stomach with his

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