Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Trapped

“R-run!” Mary screamed but I didn’t need her warning to start running. The rocks were tumbling down the mountain, quicker than we could run. I didn’t need to see it, the deafening roar was enough. “Blair!” Mary screamed as I looked back. The rocks had stopped tumbling but trapped beneath was Mary. “Help.” She whimpered.

“Mary?” She was panting by the time I reached her. Her face was as pale as a ghost.

“My leg,” she breathed and it was then I noticed the blood quickly soaking her jeans and shirt. “I don’t think I’ll make it.” She whimpered, “I’m bleeding out.”

I shook my head, “No, I refuse to believe that. I am going to get you out.”  With all my strength, I began pushing the boulder trapping Mary’s legs but it wouldn’t budge. I tried again and again and again.

“It’s okay,” Mary said softly.

“No, it’s not!” I screamed as tears fell from my eyes. “I will get you out, you hear me?!” She didn’t hear me. She couldn’t. She was gone.

(~175 words)

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.