Johnny Tumbleweed
By: Vanessa Sgroi
He wondered how and when his fall would come to a stop. Seconds ago Johnny had been hurrying down the steep incline on his way to a wrecked car at the bottom. Then his foot slipped on some loose dirt and rocks and down he went, tumbling nearly head over heels.
Thank God I wasn't carrying the biophone this time.
Finally, he rolled one last time and came to a stop up against a rock. Groaning, he laid there with his eyes closed and took stock. Nothing broken. Just bumps, bruises, and scrapes. Still Cap's probably gonna kill me. Again.
"Johnny?" Roy's voice was frantic.
"I'm here!" he croaked. "I'm okay! Well, mostly okay."
Fin