Flaming debris soared past Sophia, heating her cheeks to scarring temperatures.
Eyes flashing open, she gasped, water droplets from clouds and locks of hair whipping against her face.
“Sop—Kkrrt…hia! Come in! Do you read?” her wrist crackled.
Lack of oxygen burning her throat, she pulled the latch at her shoulder, deploying the red parachute.
“The, agh… The Kreids blasted me— They’re back, Satsu,” she coughed into the communicator.
This was a piece inspired by Lilly McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt for this week: Falling. Hope you enjoyed it 🙂 I’ve never really done this kind of short blast fiction before. It really detaches me from having to come up with some grand and eloquent, but gives me a seed for a tree if I want to grow and develop it.