Tim; detonation.:

He didn’t know what he was doing there. He didn’t know anyone and was too neurotic to introduce himself. The entire apartment was buzzing with chatter, laughter and the likes. He felt too distant from everyone else. Maybe he shouldn’t have even come. Maybe he should have spent this Saturday like any other; at home wasting the time away with a new PC game or watching some reruns on HBO.

Nevertheless, he had to get out of the house. It was driving him banana sandwich. The lack of social interaction was slowly starting to get to him, but it wasn’t much of a difference anyways, because even when with friends, he doesn’t really talk much. What more when thrown into a room full of strangers?

Once in awhile, his friend who threw this soiree would pass by and ask if he was doing okay, and then moves on to the next person. Tim’s reply would be a generic “Yeah, yeah… awesome party!” and then settle back to staring into space with a beer in hand, which was getting warm.

Out of nowhere, a huge commotion broke out and people started screaming and shouting. He walked through the living room and into the bar area (it was kind of a penthouse) to see some people crowding around something. The others were hysterical and were running out of the apartment. Tim put his beer down on a coffee table and walked towards the source of the commotion.

He saw a ticking time bomb. It had 5 seconds before it went off.

He knew that 5 seconds was not ample time to evacuate the blast radius so all he could do was to brace himself and succumb to his destiny, which was to die at this moment. His life didn’t flash before his eyes like everyone’s trite statement. Instead, they were running in his head like a load of film rewinding. That was when he realised that he still had a lot to live for and he just doesn’t realise it. But he didn’t want to die full of remorse. He simply let everything go as he saw the clock tick to zero.

The blast did not kill him; it threw him out of the 30th storey window. His heart was racing as he fell… fell… fell. He closed his eyes just as he was about to hit the ground.

He opened his eyes. He didn’t wake up with a start, he wasn’t drenched in cold sweat. Amazingly enough, that bad ordeal wasn’t a nightmare… to him, it was just another dream.

A dream that made him think.