Posted Aug. 23, 2020, 9:06 p.m. by Linds Bayes (Community & Marketing Manager) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Nathan Miller in Flash Fiction Friday- Aug.14th, 2020
A drop of sweat landed on the single pip on the man’s collar as he hit the canyon wall at full speed. His breath was forced from him, but he didn’t pause as he bounced off and continued around the turn. A spear hit the wall where he had just been, its stone tip shattering. The canyon run ahead of him was straight for 100 meters, widening near the end, and he ran for all he was worth toward the line of brush at the end.He nearly made it.
The rock hit his left shoulder blade, tearing the yellow cloth, knocking him forward and spinning him through the brush. His phaser was out before he hit the ground. The whine of the phaser covered his grunt, the yelp beyond telling him he’d hit. He held back a scream as he crouched and continued down the slope.
A spearman approached his friend, who had been thrown back from the bush. He held the spear tightly in two hands, watching the flames now licking the bush, then nudged his friend with the butt of the spear. The groan he received did little to relieve him. Why does the small tree burn?
A bird chirped nearby.
“Ensign Donnely, report!”
The spear hit the ground as he stared slack-jawed at the bush.
On the ground below, lit by the flames, sat a small silver delta on a gold backing, unnoticed.
“Donnely, are you hurt?”
The word felt odd on the spearman’s tongue: “Donnely”.
- Nathan
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~Linds
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