To the wonderful Priceless Joy, for hosting Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (75 – 175 words) and Dawn M. Miller for providing the inspiring photo prompt this week. If you haven’t heard of or joined this challenge, please do yourself a favor and check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries. You won’t regret it.
Without further ado:
“Lookit, I can fly.”
I tug him down from the bridge railing. He slips and scrapes his hand, and I cry out in pain for him.
He wipes the blood on his hospital pants. “Don’t you trust me?”
Leaves fall, brushing against us.
“Let’s go back before they sound the alarm.” Please.
He jumps up on the railing. My stomach lurches.
“You always have to see to believe.” He shakes his head and steps off.
“No!” I lunge for him, but his 155 pounds are too much for my 87. I fall over the rail, too. The shock on his face courses through me.
It hurts. Everything.
“Why did you do that?” He’s crying over me.
How is he doing that—sitting? I can’t move. It hurts.
“What happened?” another voice shouts.
“I-I wanted to show her magic is real. She g-grabbed me. I couldn’t catch her in time.”
“We have to go.”
“I can’t leave her—no! Stop!” A flurry of white leaves. So soft, they cover me.
I suck in air. Tired. No more pain. I think I’ll go to sleep now.
(184 words :-S )