Wars

a story about a war.

Fire shot up all around me, muffled booms as bombs exploded, and the quick zings as lasers shot past. I hopped over the wreckage of a station wagon with half its front end blown off.

            A man fell next to me, his breathing was impossibly rapid and his eyes darted every which way. I clenched the gun tighter in my hand.

            The sky was blackened with smoke, and the horizon was nothing but destruction.

            “What’s the situation?” I asked him. The man turned to me. He had grey hair and wrinkled skin, but his body was strong. He gave me a look that told me I didn’t want to know.

            “Can you take care of things here?” I asked him.

            “Well enough,” he said back, his voice was scratchy and weak.

            “Good, I’m in Trig right now, and I cannot afford to fail another test,” I told the man, who nodded in understanding.

            I closed my eyes, just as something grazed by my left bicep.

            I woke up sitting in a class room with teenagers my age. A teacher stood up front talking about syntax relations.

            I rubbed my eyes nervously and felt the burn mark on my arm that had not been there when I first entered the classroom ten minutes ago.

Reviews

[Mike Lamb]

Is this a Slaughterhouse 5 type timeslip/dimenension-hopping sort of thing? Could be interesting. The tone of narration is a little dry for my taste, but that's just me.