Hershel watched as they wheeled away the stretcher carrying his mentor, Brick Longshot, The Human Cannonball.
Mr. Barns, the owner of the circus clapped Herschel on the back.
“Tough break. But now you get your shot at the big time, right?”
“Heh, I said ‘shot’. I crack myself up,” said Mr. Barns.
“I can do this” Herschel told himself as he climbed into the cannon that night.
He never discovered who mistakenly overloaded the gunpowder. His first and final landing was in the piano at the end of the big top. It was the performance of a lifetime.
Word Count: 100
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]