The wedding bomb

The wedding bomb

Neil McAr­dle lifted the pay-phone’s hand­set and dialled the emer­gency num­ber. It took three rings before the oper­a­tor answered and a few sec­onds before Neil had enough courage to spurt out the words, ”There’s a bomb in St George’s Hall and it will go off in 45 min­utes,” mak­ing sure to repeat it again before slam­ming the hand­set back into its cra­dle. He wiped at the cold sweat from the nape of his neck and let out a deep sigh as he thought about his fiancé, Amy Williams, and the wed­ding recep­tion that he so stu­pidly for­got to book.

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of the for­get­ful groom — http://​dai​ly​mail​.co​.uk

Neil McArdle lifted the pay-phone’s handset and dialled the emergency number. It took three rings before the operator answered and a few seconds before Neil had enough courage to spurt out the words, ”There’s a bomb in St George’s Hall and it will go off in 45 minutes,” making sure to repeat it again before slamming the handset back into its cradle. He wiped at the cold sweat from the nape of his neck and let out a deep sigh as he thought about his fiancé, Amy Williams, and the wedding reception that he so stupidly forgot to book.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of the forgetful groom – http://dailymail.co.uk