This week’s writing prompt from Story Dam asked us to write a descriptive sequence in which your character (whether real or fictional) is facing something that requires a distinct level of determination or about a time when you or your character faced adversity or received an assignment that required you/them to really buckle down and focus.
Hope you enjoy the story. Constructive criticism welcomed and encouraged!
Sweat started to bead on his forehead. His body tensed despite knowing that he needed to relax and just do what his extensive training prepared him for.
Red wire first…
He raised the impossibly small wire cutters into the gunmetal grey chassis, careful not to brush against the sides. Even the slightest touch would connect the circuit, spelling disaster. This wasn’t a simulator, this was real. Any wrong move and he would be killed.
The pressure was almost too much.
Yellow wire, green stripe…
The smooth skin of his forehead creased slightly above his eyes. He blinked hard; then opened his eyes wide in effort to refocus. The intricate wiring schematic he trained on was nothing like this. This was sloppy—homemade. He knew deep down that the wiring could very well be switched—misplaced. It was his knowledge of circuit cards that would save him on this mission. Thankfully, he had seen one like this on a previous call.
No black? Suckers! OK, ok… focus… G7 transistor… follow board inlay… there! Blue? Why blue?
The thick canvas and leather gloves made separating the wiring difficult. The limited space was almost impossible to maneuver. His mask started to fog. He was breathing too heavy. The tiny fans had to be shut off in order to keep any electrical interference from triggering the bomb.
Come on, slow down… shallow breaths.
He attempted to relax his face. Slowly, he closed his eyelids and let the tension in his neck and shoulders out. He opened his squarely chiseled jaw halfway and moved it from side to side. He reopened his grey-green eyes and looked through the thick composite visor of his helmet. Better.
The time is going too fast…
He wished that the timer mechanism did not display down to the tenths of a second. The speed that the bright red, dashed line numbers counted down was distracting. He wondered where they even found one of those timers. The entire scenario was annoying. He was getting frustrated.
Under a minute.
His forehead furrowed. The determination in his eyes and corners of his mouth turned into worry.
No, no, no, no, no…
His face screwed up. He prayed through a grimaced mouth.
The flash and noise from the explosion startled everyone in the area.
“THIS GAME SUCKS!”
“Hey! Watch your mouth.”
“Well, nothing. If you are going to act like that, you can turn it off.”