FLASH FICTION: NaNoWriMo Off Season Group Challenge

Cooper had fallen and he couldn’t get up. Wasn’t that supposed to happen to old people exclusively? He’d seen infomericals on the tv about old people that needed the aid of magic buttons that prompted servicemen to come and assist them right away. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that option. And he was pretty sure his arm was broken.

His arm was wedged behind him and after the throbbing had stopped, the pressure of his own body leaning back against it had caused it to go numb. Thank God for small miracles.

Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to stand on top of the house. Maybe he should have listened to his roommate, Kiefer, who had insisted that he stay on the ground. “Where it was safe,” as she put it. But no, he just had to listen to the call of the wild and climb up to the roof. He’d seen somewhere that dumpster diving was perfectly safe. He didn’t realize there was an opportunity to miss the dumpster and its soft, safe, garbage bags. He didn’t realize he’d fall right down between the house and the metal bin. But somehow, he had. Granted, the fall wasn’t that bad -- they didn’t live in a mansion after all. But he still didn’t know how he’d get himself out from between the wall and the dumpster. Neither was easily moved.

Somehow, he managed to fish his phone out of his pocket. Holding in the home button, he breathlessly gasped, “Send help!”

Thirty seconds later, Siri helpfully responded, “Would you like to 'Search help'?”

Cooper dropped his phone.