(drabble: a piece of prose fiction consisting of exactly 100 words)
he opened the landing bay and backed the boat around the whizzing pod, catching it in a heavy blaze of noise, smoke and fire.
out of the chaos a young woman rolled, full militant garbs, and pointed her shooter at him. his heart raced for the fear of the gun at his face, but pulsed quicker still for the beauty of this woman. tears in her eyes and lost words on her lips.
she turned to a noise. she gave toby her back. with an outstretched arm he caught her as she collapsed, crying the song of a lost war.
he opened the landing bay and backed the boat around the whizzing pod, catching it in a heavy blaze of noise, smoke and fire.
out of the chaos a young woman rolled, full militant garbs, and pointed her shooter at him. his heart raced for the fear of the gun at his face, but pulsed quicker still for the beauty of this woman. tears in her eyes and lost words on her lips.
she turned to a noise. she gave toby her back. with an outstretched arm he caught her as she collapsed, crying the song of a lost war.
No comments:
Post a Comment