Survival – A Flash Fiction

Surivival - A Flash Fiction Story

What if I wanted to break… Leave it all behind for a moment, just take her somewhere away with me.”

“Trust me that would not be a good thing. You know how he is about his people. Tight reign and all.”

Frowning, Sal took a sip of his coffee, and grimaced. Too strong, bitter it burned his throat, but he needed it to stay awake. Staying awake was crucial. Staying alert meant survival.

“He knows I promised her.”

“He also knows that your promises to anyone else mean nothing, compared to the oath you took, when you joined. It’s for life man. He did not take you serious. A great lie to get laid. That’s all that was.”

“I know, I know.”

Looking down south onto the dirty, gray streets, he cursed silently the day and the place he was born. Growing up here, choices where made for you. Either you complied, or you ended up in a dark corner somewhere, disregarded, like a heaping pile of garbage, worth nothing. Less than nothing.

He took another sip. Getting cooler did not make the thick brew any better. Tossing the paper cup onto the floor, he secured the Glock in the back of his pants.

“Oh well, wishful thinking. Forget I mentioned it. Let’s get our asses back to work.”

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was written as a part of the Daily Prompt blog hop. Today’s challenge was:

What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

The song I decided to use was “The Kill” from Thirty Seconds To Mars

 

 

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