100 Breaths

It's amazing what can happen in just five minutes. Five minutes sounds like such a small amount of time.

But five minutes can change your day. Five minutes can change your week.

Five minutes can change your life.

Humans take about 12 breaths per minute. Did you know that? When we're concerned, or worried it increases to about 20. So, in a stressful situation it takes roughly five minutes to take 100 breaths.

These ten stories all occur within only 100 breaths.
100 Breaths: Oxygen: In the dark, stuffy room in Houston, the controllers watched the readout. They saw Winton's heartbeat slow and Raster's increase, almost as though Raster was taking the extra beats from Winton. The controller in charge spoke first. "Dammit." She said to her deputy. "We have to call it."
100 Breaths: The small boy in the warehouse Tim, the smallest boy, walked slowly towards the heavy metal door, smiling. "Cut them up into very small pieces and put them on top of each other. Then close the door really fast so they don't fall out." He giggled to himself, "Ha! I kill me."
100 Breaths: Late one night in the University bar: I thought on it for a second; but for the life of me couldn't remember how that night had finished up
100 Breaths: Priorities: Had they been able to ask Paul, he would have informed them that in fact he was very much alive when he hit the floor. He would have informed them that the trip had seemed to take a very, very long time. And he would have informed them that the floor had arrived with an enormous shock.
100 Breaths: On the street: in just five short minutes I had successfully ruined that man's day.
100 Breaths. On a call: Franklin replaced the handset back into its rightful place.
"I suppose I'll make some tea" Marjorie walked slowly to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Franklin looked down at his Sterling Silver chain and knew that no matter what the situation, these small silver chains were a bond stronger than steel.
100 Breaths: IED: Roland's overloaded brain couldn't explain its failure to register the sound of the explosion. It should have drowned the world out. His brain did, however, excruciatingly register the shrapnel entering his chest, stomach and thighs, as the clock ticked over to 8.20am. Every pore of his skin stabbed by a white-hot needle simultaneously.
100 Breaths: Judgement Day: Christopher watched the Judge and the Prosecution shaking their heads. He felt their unwavering gaze as he began his deliberate walk to his 4 meter by 4 cell
100 Breaths: The Visit: "We can talk about access later. For now. I want you to leave."
100 Breaths: Bespoke: I hate the word bespoke. I don't know why.

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