3 Word Wednesday Flash Fiction

 Another writing prompt for a mid week break. This one comes from 3wordwednesday. I hope you enjoy it and come back for some more interesting flash. Thanks for the read.

They were generous to him, he couldn’t figure out why. He had never done anything to gain there gratitude. In fact he had probably treated them more than unfair. He got back on his bicycle, now ladened down with all the supplies they thought he would need for the next few days. He made the rigorous trip on dirt roads back to the ole’ spread as Papa always called it. He kept a good lookout for those bastards. Life had been hard since they brought “The Program” around here. Many had thought that if we could just give people super skills, then our economic woes would be over. They moved westward from D.C. trying to be just in how they picked their guinea pigs. They weren’t, and most died horrible deaths from the reactions to the treatments. But those who were not twisted to death or whose disfigurement was on the inside, lurked along routes like bandits. He had already blasted a few off the property, but had yet had a face to face encounter with any.  He was approaching Pippen Hill, he reached down and grabbed hold of his little .22 pistol while still keeping control of the bike. He clinched his eyes tight and prayed he could make it up the hill with better time, he didn’t want Papa to penalize him for taking to long, fetchin’ after the hogs was just too much for him. He saw a glint at the top of the hill. Was it trash, he thought to himself, or was it someone laying in wait. He bore down on the pedals, and gripped the pistol tighter. He wasn’t gonna be late for Papa.