6 Minute Podcast Novels & Stories

“It should be finalized within six weeks.” Six weeks. I stopped walking. Leah noticed and stopped beside me, one eyebrow raised. “Six weeks,” I said. “Yes,” he said. “How do you feel about that,” I said. “Relieved,” he said. “And ready.” A pause, quieter than the others. “Are you.” The mall moved around us, ordinary and indifferent. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, Caden. I’m ready.” Leah was reading my face. I held up one finger — one minute.

“This is deadly. The timer... once it hits zero, the bottle will break, releasing the gas. And anyone within the area... won’t survive.” My blood ran cold. The guy’s words echoed in my head as I tried to make sense of the situation. "You’ve got a little more than hours," he said, glancing at the vial. "Maybe an hour... but it’s more like thirty-five minutes." My stomach churned. Thirty-five minutes? That wasn’t nearly enough time. Not for what I needed to do, not for what we had to stop. I stood there, frozen for a second. “My father.”