A Terrorist Bombing
a short story by Wolf Larsen
It is a humble home in Afghanistan. The husband and wife and their three children (ages 13, 11, & 9) are all sitting down to eat. The youngest son is yelling and laughing loudly about something.
"Can we have a moment of quiet please?" asks the father.
As they all sit before their food the father thanks God for the food that they're about to eat. Then he faces his wife with a smile and thanks her too.
The husband and wife look at each other with tenderness.
The older son blurts out, "Enough of all your mushy lovey-dovey stuff! I'm hungry!"
The daughter says laughingly, "You're always hungry! Do you have a tapeworm?"
The older son just shakes his head and begins eating and everybody begins eating while the younger son tells everybody about what he did at school today.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them in the sky above their home a CIA drone is moving into position.
"One of my teachers Mr. D---- is so boring," says the youngest son. "But Mrs. L----‘s classes are not boring at all."
As Junior talks the cargo doors of the CIA drone open up and release a bomb. As the bomb falls through the air Junior continues talking:
"Mrs. L---- smiles a lot too. I wish my other teachers were more like her. Sometimes - "
And that was the last word that Junior said. There was a big crash, a scream, and then an explosion. The entire family was blown away into bits.
Copyright 2011 by Wolf Larsen. Advance permission is given to anyone wishing to do so to publish the above story without alterations as long as credit is given to the author, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.
