Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Based on an episode of The Outer Limits.
Zort was tiny swirl of loose sewing thread, carpet remnants, dust and paper shreds that lived in an area rug in the waiting room of an office at MIT. He spent most of time drifting around, responding to whatever mood the air conditioner was in. It was a good gig. Very mellow. Lots of well educated people.
Folks have tried to explain – to Zort and to others – what happened that day. Those descriptions usually fall apart right around when “radioactive vacuum cleaner” is mentioned. Here’s what we know: the cleaning staff sucked up some experimental nanotechnology that had accidentally fallen onto the floor in the engineering lab.
The next day, the same vacuum cleaner – now inadvertently worth several billion dollars – was passed over the area rug Zort called home. Zort and the nanotechnology got along great. I mean, really great.
By midnight, Zort had enlarged to the size of a vintage model beanbag chair, and was generating enough power to keep an aircraft carrier running smoothy for an indefinite period. Zort bored a hole through the floor of the office and frightened two security guards before making his way onto Mass Ave.
Zort devoured two guitar amplifiers belonging to a band called Green Magnet School who were in the process of loading out of a local nightclub. He left a scorched trail towards the McDonald’s.
Bursting through the doors of the fast food restaurant, sending glass shards in all direction, Zort interrupted a stick-up.
Two angry men had their guns trained on the cashier.
One of them pointed at Zort!
“Look out! It’s the fuzz!”