Prompt for September 21, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

“This is going to hurt, Kiara, are you sure?” Travis was whispering, hoping that his voice didn’t carry in the still night air around us.

I nodded, panting as the pain surged through my body. Apparently when you’re running and you trip down a hill you should bring your arms into your body instead of spreading them out. I also discovered that a separated shoulder is painful. Really, really painful.

“Just do it,” I whispered back, my voice filled with pain. I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell at the universe for doing this to me but I kept silent. It wouldn’t bode well for us to be caught. Not now. Not this close to the border. Another couple of miles and we were safe. A few more miles and we could thumb our noses at the dictators running the country.

But not right now. Not like this.

Travis looked at me, regret coming out of every pore on his face. “OK, look, I’ve done this before, dozens of times actually, so I know what I’m doing. But it is going to hurt so you need to bite down on something or you’re going to be a beacon for every psychopathic shit-face in a ten-mile radius.”

“Here,” he said, passing me the end of his belt. He had folded over the end, making it twice as thick and it seemed like overkill. I crossed my fingers and hoped that he was right. I bit down on the belt, looked him in the eyes and nodded. He didn’t wait, didn’t give me a countdown, he just popped my shoulder back in.

I moaned. I damn near bit the belt in two, but I didn’t scream. Instead, I spat out the belt, uttered a few curse words quietly, and fainted.

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