New Year (Flash Fiction)

1The wet market was crowded. The New Year would come tomorrow. The people were busy buying all the charms and crafts they thought they needed. They did not care or think twice into buying. What they did not know was their lives were passing through and they were unaware. They did not care, anyway.

I stepped in the middle of the mass. I held the remote control. I was the only one who could hear the time ticking inside my backpack. Definitely, everyone would have a blast.

I exhaled and pressed the button.

Blood and bodies mingled. Happy New Year.

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