Prompt: The victim had tried to write something as he was dying.
The sun beat through his glass prison, the temperature rising with each breath. He threw himself against the invisible barrier, trying to free himself, but it was to no avail.
He was trapped.
There was only one thing he could do.
But it was forbidden.
He had to risk it. The information he carried was vital to their mission. The enemy must be stopped.
With trembling limbs, he began writing a message in his own blood.
His tiny insect body succumbed to the rising temperature before he could complete the message.
The humans had won yet again.
*Flash Fiction is fiction under a thousand words. I participate in a weekly prompt that's limited to a mere one hundred words. That's crazy short. You can check out the other participants' stories via their links on the WonHundred Word Wednesdays Facebook page here.*