Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
PTSD
“Incoming!”
I wake up sweating and sobbing. Even after I force myself to open my eyes, to stop biting the pillow, to stop clawing the sheets, I can still smell the blood. Shaking uncontrollably, I stumble into the kitchen. The crimson ketchup on last night’s plate explodes into my field of view. I dive for cover.
“Pull y’self together, Private.”
“Suh!”
I drag myself to my feet and salute. Okay, so he’s dead, but you still gotta salute an officer.
Jimmy’s foot’s lying on the floor.
He’s lucky.
They’ve given him a prosthetic.
Wish they’d give me a new mind.
Autumn Leaves 