Special Prompt #4 5B

Helicopters circling in the sky leaving an opening breeze for plenty. “I don’t think I’m going to make it” I said, petrified. George sighed as my tears left an opening flow on thick fabric. “Stop it, we can do it” his voice held a relaxing thought as he held the pain in. I look down, pouting, explosive bombs filling the battlefields as body’s lay still. I shiver, my helmet pounding on my face as I embrace myself.


I start loading my gun. I knew I had to help George shoot soon but I was late. Crying, I ran up to him, took my helmet off and screamed out at him.

– Tiana