As Karim was surveying the location to plant his bomb, he noticed quite a few things. The most striking of them all was hundreds of happy people of different ages and walks of life. There was a small girl carrying a Barbie, holding her mom’s pinkie as they made their way through the crowd to the other side of the road. There was an elderly couple, most likely tourists, looking around like eager beavers. Some youths were cackling and enjoying street food. The whole square was chaotic, yet beautiful.
Karim momentarily paused. These scenes were a clear contrast from his home town of Qarba, where violence, poverty and illiteracy took centre stage. He gave a thought about his mission. There was more to lose, than to gain if it succeeded. He decided to make it fail. He knew he won’t be able to prevent someone else from doing it, but it felt good for a change. He had to now find a way to get out of the new situation he had put himself in.
This is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Yinglan for providing the picture.