It’s Friday! And what else could that mean but Friday Fictioneers? (Uploaded on an actual Friday for once. How punctual am I?!)
(Actually, don’t answer that question.)
For Friday Fictioneers, writers respond to a prompt in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the prompt.
Photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Even though he was expecting it, the hit knocked him off his feet.
Pain blossomed inside his chest, squeezing his heart and scorching his lungs. He shuddered. The tears felt cool on his face. They laughed, the sound ringing hollow in his ears.
“Please,” he whimpered.
Another blow landed before he could close his eyes. One of them pulled his leg back. The next moment, an ache started in his ribs, getting sharper by the second.
They loomed over him.
By the time they left, he stopped asking himself why. He just lay there, watching clouds float across the sky.
Word count: 100
Thanks for reading! Let me know if you have any thoughts or comments. You can read more submissions to this prompt here.
Until next time!