234-word post, or “Red Buttons”

Manish stared at the red button that had just appeared on the inside of his front door.

He’d been noticing similar buttons for weeks, attached to transit shelters, trash cans, trees, hydrants, cars, sandwiches… everywhere.

“Have you noticed red buttons lately?” he asked his wife. “No,” she replied. “But he was very good in Poseidon Adventure.”

He watched other people NOT noticing the red buttons, and concluded he was hallucinating… unless… the red buttons were real? And if they were real…

… what if he pushed one?

He perished the thought at first, but then thought if he WAS the only person who could see the red buttons, wasn’t it his responsibility to PUSH one?

So here he was, staring at the red button on his door. He knew deep down he wasn’t crazy. He knew deep down this was actually happening.

Sweat trickled down his brow. He could feel his arm rising, his hand turning into a fist, his index finger extending to a fine button-pushing point.

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It turned yellow.

And nothing else happened.

What a let-down!

And every other button on his way to work was still red.

When he got to the office, everyone was watching the news about the NYSE crash, and how all the members of the Westboro Baptist Church were being swallowed by sinkholes.

And a fretful Manish fell asleep that night thinking: “Why me?”

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