April 12, 2012

Our Five Sentence Fiction: Armor

Jake wailed into the shadowy trees around him as the cold steel slid into his warm flesh. Feeling his consciousness implode, he thought, Is this really how I’m gonna die?

The treetops above Jake swayed against the obscenely bright night sky as he opened his eyes. Fingering the absence of the wound along his spine, he was shocked he was still alive.

Rage surged through him as he said, I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.

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