Combination lock

The over night drizzle had made the park bench damp.

The only dry patch; taking the form of Benjamin‘s body shape.

Benny; as his mother always called him; woke with the same headache he had fallen to sleep with.    

His throat dry, his eyes red, feet missing their boots.

Benny sat up.   Getting his bearings.  Taking in his situation.

The morning was making its presence. The previous night becoming a distantly memory.

A stranger with charm and money. An evening spent drinking, gambling and making love.

There on the bench next to where his head had laid, a small brass box with a lid guarded by a combination lock.

A note was attached.   It read.

You have 30 minutes to open.

Benny found his boots on top of a rubbish bin by a child’s swing.

He discovered the second note in the left boot.

The note read.   You must find the correct combination numbers.

The note in the right boot.  Read.  If you successfully open the box before you run out of time. 

The $2 million dollars is yours.

11.35

Benny started randomly selecting six numbers.  First turning one to the left. The next to the right.    

11.40

Then selecting three even numbers and then three odd numbers.

11.45

Day, month and the last two numbers of his birth year.

12.00

First six numbers of his mobile.

House number, street number and post code.

12.05

Benny tried to recall the lotto numbers that had won him $55

with out success.

12.10

The numbers to Benny‘s bike chain combination lock, came to mind.

12.11

The blasted came as a surprise.

Benjamin was identified by the gold watch given to him on his twenty-first birthday by his father.

The end