Sunday, March 4, 2012

Sweat (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images


A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and hung on the edge of his chin. He swiped at it with one bandaged hand and continued to stare out into the darkened expanse. There was something out there, he could sense it.

There was the entire wave of unnatural heat, if nothing else, that gave it all away. He'd been here before. He knew what could happen, knew what would happen, knew what should happen. Yet it wouldn't. None of it would.

The future would always remain entirely unpredictable. He bit his lip–a little harder than necessary–the spike of pain reminded him that this was indeed real.

They’d be under attack soon. All of them. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. If only those idiots would listen, the perhaps they wouldn’t all have to die.

(C) Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

So visual - and every other sense. LOVE these, Sawakins!