This week’s flash fiction piece comes courtesy of the prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that declares, shield your face. It can be a knight of old, a doctor, or a senior citizen. What is the circumstance? Who makes the declaration?
I hope you enjoy the twist.
Shield Your Face
I stand behind the barricade, bracing myself. Nearby, my soldiers grip their weapons and wait for the signal. A wind gust blasts through our bunker, coating us with dirt.
“Ugh.” James removes his mask, wiping the debris.
The alarm blasts. My soldiers rush out, weapons pointed.
James tosses his mask and runs into battle, unprotected.
“Shield your face!” I yell.
Soldiers holler. A round hits James, sending streams of green into his face. He closed his eyes just in time.
Sighing, I hurry to him. “What’s the first rule of paintball?”
My twelve-year-old rolls his eyes. “Always wear protection.”