Time for some more flash fiction, of the Five Sentence variety. Thanks again to the wonderful Lillie McFerrin for the wonderful prompt: DEVOTION. The photo, however, is one that I selected for my own purposes…I like seeing what new directions I can take a word, especially when they’re usually fixed to a certain set of circumstances or emotions.

In his ten years on the beat, Maz the Junk-Man had never missed his yearly run home – though that might change tonight, he thought grimly, as he drove his perambulating workshop into a fog bank.

Gears, straps, lenses, tool boxes, assorted parts – purchased and scavenged – were piled behind him, and dragged at his forward momentum while the fog reduced trees and farms to ghostly spirits crouching at the edge of his panic.

Mentally he took a quick inventory of the work awaiting him in Dalcuran: to make a glass eye for Uncle North, a replacement finger for little Zen’s mangled right hand; a prosthetic leg for Kedge; a makeshift lung for the town seer, allowing her time to set her affairs in order.

But the floodwaters had been rising all day, and the road to Dalcuran would soon be compromised. In such a fog as this, with flash floods and mudslides waiting farther down the road, it was the thought of all those faces – the wounded, the mangled, the maligned and the dying – that kept Maz pedaling forward, toward a chance of bringing hope to the people who had taken him in when no one else would.

As always – feedback is appreciated!!
Be sure to check out Lillie’s 5SF challenge for yourself (see link above) and add your own entry!

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