FFftAW #57 – Blaster

What happened? Where am I? Where’s Blaster?

Ashton tried to sit up but something had him pinned down. He could hear noises, but his ears were ringing so loud he couldn’t make them out. As the ringing subsided, he was able to discern one sound in particular and everything flooded back into his memory.

He and Blaster had almost finished checking buildings in the village when Blaster started pulling hard on his leash. Ashton took three steps in response and then the world went black.

“Over here!” someone shouted. Then many hands were digging frantically to get him out of the rubble and lift him onto a stretcher to be airlifted to the hospital in Kandahar.

A month later, Blaster was working with another soldier when he suddenly stopped, yanked the leash from the soldier’s hand, and took off. As the breathless soldier turned the corner of a building, he saw Ashton kneeling with his head bowed to Blaster’s whispering, “Thank you for saving my life, boy.”

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This is my 168 word story for the 57th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by PricelessJoy. Each week we are given a photo prompt for creating our stories in approximately 75-175 words. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate.

Thanks to Pixabay.com for this week’s photo prompt.

To read all the other wonderful stories written for this challenge, click on the blue frog button below.