Prompt one: Defeat
Lucas refuses to move as he stares up at the blue, blue sky, cloudless and clear. Pain radiates through his body and he realises that this is it – the end.
It hurts. More than he ever could have thought possible. Every part of him.
And it hurts so much more that it was her – his bucket – who shot him. To save his father. The thought sickens him and his eyes shut.
She touches his face. He can feel it but refuses to open his eyes. To acknowledge her. It hurts too much.
So this is his defeat. It tastes bitter.
