operative, overweight runner and martial artist, proud papa, and all
around cool guy." I've also lately been addicted to claw/crane
I have a bunch of material in the works, but I don't really have
anything ready to promote at the moment other than my blog,
http://rastrohman.blogspot.com, which is a hodgepodge of ranting and
raving about life, parenting, writing, etc.
Here's some food for thought:
- Is the wreckage literal or figurative?
- Did she cause the flame or did something or someone else?
- How does she feel about the incident?
- The story must start from the prompt. This means the prompt must be the
first words in the story.
- No more than 500 words (not including the prompt). No less than 100 words.
- Any genre (in fact an unexpected genre will get you more points.)
- Entries must be submitted by Tuesday Noon EST
- The winner of each week's competition will be invited to judge the following week and post the winner's badge similar to the one on the right.
- Have fun!
By Wakefield Mahon
She stumbled away from the fiery wreckage, bits of the plane scattered across the field. Dazed and disoriented, Kyra wandered through row upon row of tall summer corn. It all happened so fast; something like a bolt of lightning rocked the plane and electricity went out. The section of seats in front of her was ripped out through a gaping hole in the side of the plane. By the time she heard the first scream, as second explosion engulfed the plane in flames as they hit the ground. She tried to search for fellow survivors but the searing heat drove her away.
“I need to go back. Someone might be alive and need my help.”
She steeled her nerves and returned to the crash site. With the crops above high her head, she couldn’t see the wreckage. The heat felt like it was coming from every direction, but the blackest smoke came from one particular area and she made her way over passing bits of plane and bits of passenger along the way.
Finally she found the clearing where most of the corn had burned away. There is no way anyone else could have survived. Her throat caught in her chest.
“Is this what survivor’s guilt feels like? How did I survive? I was adopted and I don’t remember my childhood, maybe I’m a superhero. Maybe a super-villain knew I was on the plane and thought they could take me out. If I could l fly I wouldn’t have to ride in airplanes. My first flight is to marry a guy I met on the internet this happens. It figures.”
Alanis Morrisette’s “Ironic” went through her head and Kyra started laughing. The smoke from the wreckage turned her laugh into a coughing fit which only made her laugh even more.
“Man what an idiot, I am.”
She tried to catch her breath and reached down to soothe her aching belly but her hand was blocked by the fuselage. It had pinned her to the ground, crushing her rib cage. The rain began to fall and Kyra closed her eyes and smiled.