What was once New York's proudest skyscraper is now a heap of ruins, littered with the bodies of the dead and the dying. Beyond it, like firecrackers on a string, the rest of the targets wait to be ignited, unless the demands of the Jericho Man are met.
The city hesitates. One second too long.
And the walls come tumbling down.
©1980 John Lutz (P)2012 Speaking Volumes