By Leon Coleman
All he knew was that his left ankle had turned, his body gathering pace as he somersaulted interminably down. He had lain there till nightfall. His legs twisted, still, unmovable. And as he listened to the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting waterproof fabric, he stared at the darkening sky, the hills looming black, a silhouette of deep nothingness, until the sweep of the helicopter, approaching from nowhere. The flash of a torch and the voice of the medic—“You’re going to be okay”—were all but drowned out beneath the rotors, but not the look in her eyes that said otherwise.
Great story and the last line completes it perfectly.
Ominous ending. Gets the imagination moving. Nice one.
A good story which raises expectations and then dashes them.
What a chilling last line.
Beautifully setting a scene – really enjoy it
Enjoyed this!
It built tension. The last line. Wow.
Well laid trap to the chilling ending. Well done.
Agree with all the other positive comments! Just wanted to add how much I appreciated your sentence variety.
Powerful.