Getting Back On (Flash Fiction)

Jarrod couldn’t breathe. On the ground, he stared up at the clear, cold January sky that only 10 minutes ago had been a mix of ink black and deep navy. He grimaced, praying that his mom to stayed put, and thankful for each second that kept the morning free from her frantic shouts.

He knew was standing at the kitchen window watching him; ready to pounce if he looked hurt. The ardent prayers helped Jarrod forget about not being able to breathe, until suddenly he could. He got onto all fours, a...