“Tiran, come back! Tiran! It’s not safe.”
Inch by inch, Tiran crawled along the fallen tree. Hundreds of feet below him and littered with huge rocks, the river raged. One mistake and he wouldn’t be on the bridge to freedom. He would be on his way to heaven.
“Tiran, please!” Jurji begged. “Please come back. You’re going to get hurt.”
“I would rather get hurt than go back,” he turned his head and yelled. “It’s better over here. I haven’t even touched the other side yet, but I can tell it already smells better.”
“Tiran…they feed us and they clothe us. We sleep under a roof. It’s better than how other externals have it. They are killed on sight in other parts of this planet.”
“I didn’t come to this planet to work in their fields. The brochure said humans were peaceful and inviting. That was a lie.”
“We have no way to get back. They chopped up our ship. We won’t survive long outside of this camp. Tiran, please. Before they find out we’re missing.”
Tiran knew Jurji had made up his mind. The tree groaned under his weight, but Tiran kept crawling. It wouldn’t break. Not now. Not after everything he had been through. It wasn’t allowed to break.
Tiran touched down on the other side and kissed the ground. The long grass tickled the webs between his toes. On the other side of the river, the humans grabbed Jurji and started firing their weapons at him. Their bullets shattered trees and whizzed by his ears. One bullet even nicked him in the arm. It didn’t matter. He was free.
This is a story I wrote for #5MinuteFiction that was voted as the winner. The prompt was to use the phrase “on the bridge to freedom”.