PATRICK MCVAY

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In The Event Of A Crisis...

Paracord-2---r

I'm always looking to steal story ideas from other people. I pilfered this one from my daughter.

The context is that I own a rope bracelet (aka "paracord" bracelet) – a gift from my two kids years ago. These bracelets are allegedly useful in emergencies. However, when I observed that I have no clue how to disentangle the bracelet in even the most benign of moments, she mused that a character in a movie could find himself confronted with an emergency and be called upon to use the bracelet to save another character, but cannot unwind the damned thing. Silly hijinks would ensue.

Let's test the paracord's usefulness. Quick – cut to an emergency. Let's say I fall off a boat, could I use the bracelet as a floatation device? No. How about if I'm stuck on the third floor during a house fire; could I lower myself two stories down to safety? No chance.

OK, how about this: I'm walking down the street in a hurricane and a window blows out, flying through the air and striking my leg; would I be able to use this as a tourniquet? Yes!

We now have the first plot line of our newest piece of short fiction: Guy walking down the street is suddenly struck by a large pane of broken, jagged glass, creating a bloody scene on Harvard Ave in Allston, MA. Bystanders try to help but are freaking out at the gory scene. The victim then says he needs a tourniquet. This is when I swoop in with my paracord bracelet and, whilst the victim is dying, I try, but fail, to disentangle the cord.

Working on the happy ending. 

Mister Speaker
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Wednesday, 22 May 2024

 

 

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