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I look at the bright red tab.
I look at the ancient canvas wrapping. Whatever is inside must have gone
inert years ago, right? The closer I stare at it, the heavier it feels.
More substantial. I almost swear I can feel a ticking inside.
DO NOT PULL TAB UNTIL READY TO
USE
I am suddenly overcome by a
desire to tear open the package. It couldn't possibly be what it sounds
like, it's probably just full of cool WW2 stuff, bullets and boot knives,
valuable relics. I pinch the red tab between my fingers. I want to pull
it. I want to pull it so bad. But there's that ticking. It might just be
my own pulse, or my hands trembling, but I can feel it, and it feels
malevolent. Like a living thing trapped inside the canvas,
breathing. |