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…

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Word Count: 105

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