Thought I would try my hand with a new medium. I have been reading quite a few of these flash fiction efforts and like the way ideas are presented, like personal glimpses of a bigger story.
I am definitely interested in everyone’s reaction to this story…
She seemed unsteady tonight. The opossum rubs up against my leg, just as she had for the last two years in this camp. When I reached down to pick her up, my hand came away covered in pus from a wound on her back that had erupted from my touch.
I instinctively knew she would be dead soon, the victim of her primordial urge to fight others of her own kind. Their razor like teeth had punctured her skin and had become a breeding site for the infection that now doomed her to a horrible death within days. With no medicine or antibiotics at my disposal, the only way to help the animal would be to end its suffering quickly.
She had stumbled into my bunk during the first week of my internment, just a small scared animal seeking the warmth and comfort of a bed. We were alike, each lost in our journey, each trying to survive in a new reality. Both of us are ejected from our pouch and now prisoners of this war.
Did they feel the pain, did they see the light?
Was there a purpose, was it all planned
It really doesn’t matter – the motive be damned.
From high up above they fell from sight
Was there time to worry, say prayers and recite?
Did the killer tarry before he turned the switch
Or was it just another duty, done without a hitch.
Thousands of body pieces fell to earth from a flight
How in God’s name can that be called a fair fight?
Who made the decision to fire on a plane?
To act so heartless, and with complete disdain.
Our world is poorer because of last night
Another piece of freedom shredded in a proxy fight.
A senseless battle with no winners, nay no victors stand in sight
Just 300 bodies falling homeward, through the deep blue night.