Around another corner, I found Sasha. He lay curled up on the ground. He was sobbing but no noise came from him. I limped over to him, leaving a traceable line in the dirt. His eyes were two dark tunnels with specks of light far off in the distance. He tried to turn his head to look at something. I continued his gaze. There it was! I slowly gathered myself up and walked to it. They had told us ‘Life is expendable, but time only an illusion’. “I’m sorry,” I said as I took hold and turned the wheel.
word count: 99
Written in response to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who challenges us to think outside the box and write a story of 100 WORDS OR LESS from the given photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt provided by Sandra Cook.