SPF – Armour

Posted: September 11, 2016 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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Lieutenant Jeffries knelt in the trenches, watching the silent battlefield before him.

It was a world of mud and blood and rain, a wet and murky place where the nights rang with laser fire and thunder. Lightning flashed over the distant mountains, barely visible through storm clouds and gas clouds. A bitter chill filled the air. Removing the gloves from his armored suit would have resulted in severe frostbite.

He were always on guard, sealed inside their thick armor. The heavy material kept him constantly isolated from the world. Even when he saw it, it was filtered through their electronic visors: a planet of infrared signatures and digital projections.

It had been so long since he had felt wind upon his face, so long since he had seen the sky with his own two eyes. It was maddening.

He could take it no longer.

“I’m here!” he screamed, launching himself out of the trench and charging towards the enemies lines. His blaster fired crimson bolts in a furious storm. “I’m here!”

The shot went clean through the visor. As he fell, never to rise again, he felt the cold breeze against his cheek.

Word Count: 193

This is for Sunday Photo Fiction.

  1. A sad end for him, but I understand the turmoil of being forever trapped inside a suit.

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  2. mandibelle16 says:

    He lost it. But I can understand why. War is horrible and to not remember the everyday little things like wind against your face, can be traumatic. As if you’ll never feel them again. Sad he dies — yet he feels the breeze on his face. It tells me he went to a better place, then even earth would’ve been.

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  3. Dahlia says:

    Very unfortunate but nonetheless understandable – well written

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