The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Kathleen McCluskey
John awoke on the battlefield in a daze, the right side of his body and face took the brunt of the explosion. He struggled to sit up as his right arm had been severely injured. He looked down at his hand and it was covered in sand and blood. The camo on his arm was dried and suctioned onto his skin. He flexed his fingers and made a fist, over and over he did this and his arm seemed to be functioning. He looked across the barren battlefield, dust swirled in playful funnel clouds as it made intricate patterns on the desert floor. His depth perception had been compromised and he knew that his right eye had been damaged in the latest incursion.
He stood and shook the sand off of himself. His legs seemed to be unharmed in the fierce fighting. He began the search for the rest of his men. Where had they gone? There were no corpses, no signs of life as he scanned the never ending red carpet of the desert. He thought to himself, “Those bastards have taken the dead. God only knows what they are doing with them.” Trying to search his memory of where his men may be he realized that the head injury impaired his ability to remember.
Walking along the barren highway he could see in the distance a bombed out restaurant. He began to jog towards the shelter. Aiming his rifle into the building he inspected the interior. He needed shelter and needed to attend to his wounds. He slowly crept into the building. Finding the bathroom he looked into the mirror. He stepped back, aghast, as he did not recognize the reflection. He shook his head, he ripped off his shirt and his arm came off with it. There was no pain only a leaking of red fluid from the jagged stump, the smell of hydraulic fluid permeated the air. He pulled at the corner of his right eye and the skin on his face peeled off revealing a metal skeleton. Not believing what he was seeing he slumped to the floor.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Kathleen McCluskey:
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Wow! This reads like the opening of a book. Could that be? and a good one!
Thank you. I may be working on a short story from this one. I have so many ideas LOL. I have so many ideas it may end up being a novella LMAO … who knows
Thank you, so much
Intriguing – it’s a delicious morsel as is but it could be a banquet – good luck with expanding into a short story (or more…)
Thanks. I was working on it today… it’s coming together nicely