This is the 135th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
The Voice on the End of the World, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 14th April 2013
Word count: 632
“All you have to do is crawl inside and pull the wire,” the voice over the wireless headset said.
“I’m not going to survive am I?” Carol asked.
“Its already too late. I’m sorry, we didn’t know it would be uncovered,” the voice said soberly.
“I liked you better when you were flirty,” Carol said, “This will save everyone else though?”
“We think so, it will at least stop it spreading,” the man on the other end of the call said, “If there were any other way… If there was any way at all to save you, I would make sure it was done, even if I had to hop in a helicopter and do it myself.”
“Thank you,” Carol said.
“When you go in,” the man said, and Carol appreciated bringing the conversation back to business, “The cables going to be far in, it’s bright red. Pull with everything you’ve got until it comes loose. That will stop the reaction and the radiation will begin to subside.”
“What’s it going to be like in there?” Carol asked.
“It’ll be hell, it’s going to be hot, your hands and feet will burn every time they make contact with a surface. You’ll feel your hair melting, and your vision will be impaired.”
“Wish you’d stopped at hell,” Carol said.