I found this one very difficult, but I was determined to complete it. The original story was written very quickly - reducing it from 1100 words to less than 200, took hours!
I've used all five prompts in the following story, which is 199 words. For an added challenge it's the dystopian genre, which is new to me. (Although to be fair I couldn't come up with a story in any of my usual genres that the prompts would lend themselves to).
Also as an additional challenge I'm happy for anyone to offer any constructive criticism that would help me to improve. To be honest, I think the story has lost something in the word reduction, but rules are rules :-)
ETA: Forgot to add the link to Rachael's page, where you can view the prompts.
(I'm number 93)
He was obviously privileged, judging from his scarlet coat. Seeing him, after passing kids scrabbling through trash, made me want to scream.
Distraction made me careless so, when the flash came, I was flung off the bridge. I wasn't injured but I needed to get out of the water quickly. I swam to the support and climbed. The boy was there.
“Are you hurt?” I asked.
He pointed to a gash on his leg, nothing serious.
“Where do you live?”
“Nowhere. Men came and took Nana, 'cause she's a creator. I hid, but then I got lonely.”
The cabal. Because of them, the few remaining water creators were hidden, only helping family or the wealthy. The rest of us drank the stuff the daily flashes poisoned.
At home, after I'd cleaned his leg, he wanted water.
He grinned then grabbed an arid pear, balancing it on a wooden spoon.
As I stared, the pear vanished and a spray of pure water shot across the room.
“You're a creator? How? You're a kid.”
The world was saved. I'd take him to the authorities, they could find others.
But what if they didn't?
I had water now.