Too Late

As the red helicopter made its way over to our site, I felt the tears prickling hot against my skin. It was too late. The impact with the tree had smashed his skull hard and I could no longer feel a heartbeat.

“He’ll be fine,” some guy next to me said calmly, shielding his eyes against the sun and looking towards the helicopter.

I wanted to grab his head and shake some sense into it. He wouldn’t be fine! There was a gaping hole in the side of his head and as I leaned across his body, I couldn’t feel his breath. Why hadn’t he worn his helmet? Had it been I, who had carelessly said he would be fine without one just this one day? Or had he decided against it?

The hum of the helicopter grew louder and I watched it land further from us. I shook my head. It was too late.

© 2016

FFfAW, Week of August 30, 2016

Photo prompt provided by Iain Kelly

6 responses to “Too Late”

  1. Gardner’s World

    And in the heat of the moment, we wonder if it might have been our fault. Excellent.

    1. Indeed. Thank you 🙂

  2. This story is wonderful! It captured me right away and kept me on the edge of my seat with anticipation. Very sad ending.

    1. Thank you! It’s a horrible fate to die in a skiing accident.. I wouldn’t wish that to anyone!

  3. Very tense and sad. We always look back and wonder…what if…but it is too late and we have no real answer. Great post.

    1. I’m not sure it’s possible not too feel guilty in such a situation… Thank you 🙂

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