Perched on the top of a long-wrecked skyscraper, the stillness in the world shook him to the core. He remembered the eternity of the past when his home stood where he now balanced; all the nights he had taken to bustling skies to weave vaporous threads between towers, all the days he’d spent fighting half the world away that started as a revolution and ended as a whimpering exodus. It was not a Cybertron he ever thought they would return to, let alone be drawn back to so that the war against the Decipticons could drag on.
“BB, it’s time to head back, Ultra Magnus is rounding everyone up,” summoned a voice in his communication line.
“Copy that Sideswipe” Breezebuster replied, leaping from his nest and swapping legs for afterburners and racing back as fast as his jet mode would allow.
And entry #2 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin, as well as being from an old story of mine that was long forgotten until now. But the image prompt brought it back to the foreground, so maybe I’ll give this one more attention.
I hope you all enjoy.