PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller
Trix leaned against the wall. His broken leg wrapped pointlessly with a shirt. Soraya looked around the tunnel, packed with grimy, injured survivors. Weary from fear.
“I was going to ask her to… marry me.”
“I’m sorry, Trix. But she’s gone. She wouldn’t have made it.”
“If she’s alive… she needs help.” Words dribbled out of his cracked lips.
She held a water bottle up to his lips. The thought of Mira alive, alone with those things, moved her.
“Fine. I’ll go back for her. But I’ll need weapons. Lots of them.”
He nodded to his gun, “Start with this.”
100 words
A hundred words was not enough to portray the scene. Settled on this version.
It’s been a while. Looking forward to mingling with you wonderful people once again!
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Write a story in 100 words or less. Click the blue frog to add yours or read more flash fiction based on this week’s image prompt provided by Dawn M. Miller.
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