Flash Fiction #6

Enter at Own Risk

If only he could get back to the time portal. Josiah crawled frantically, his cracked fingernails churning in the red Georgia clay. His left thigh, swollen with gangrene, hung limply behind him and hissed faintly with crepitant menace. The flower! Where was the damned flower? Josiah slung his head around weakly, trying to focus his fevered brain on finding his one salvation from this Armageddon. Suddenly, hands dropped on his shoulders. “Hey, Cap’n! Where ya’ll trying to get to, son?” The hands lifted him gently. “Damn sir, Yankees gonna be here soon. Best get you back to the hospital wagon.”

(Winner of Flash Fiction #6 Writing Contest at My Writers Circle)