Flash Fiction: The Sop

The poor sop could barely walk.

It was my job to get him to climb up the stairs and reach the hill top. However, his condition worried me. I offered him my water canteen. He took a long sip. As he handed the canteen back to me, he toppled over. Before he could fall down completely, I grabbed his arm and steadied him. He was not going to survive the climb in this September weather without my help. I supported his weight as I urged him forward. His vitality had already been sapped.

I shuddered as I thought about what awaited him at Hilltop Prison…


Word Count: 105

Prompts:

What Pegman Saw: St. Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 5th

16 comments

  1. I like the way your character shows compassion for the one who won’t survive the climb otherwise. It shows a belief in the value of life, even under the direst circumstances, even when things seem at their bleakest.

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  2. Effective way to convey how sad this poor sop’s situation is. That long climb, in poor health, and all he has to look forward to at the top is prison. It must be hard for the narrator to have this job, as he’s clearly a compassionate soul.

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