This story is a submission for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-6-2017/ , prompted by the photo below, kindly provided by Pamela S. Canepa.
Jack woke, in total darkness, when the pellets of icy water struck his face. He tried to sit up, but his head met something hard. Where the hell was he?
He wriggled sideways, but his left arm was trapped. He remembered staggering out of the bar, but surely he hadn’t been drunk enough to fall asleep in a dumpster again?
Jack shivered. Oh yeah … the game. Mikey had said they should go to the creek, like they did as kids. After their swim, they’d dressed at the top of the slope. “C’mon,” Mikey had said, “let’s make a dam.”
They’d felt like carefree teenagers, rolling boulders down the bank, until Jack heard the rumbling and looked round to see an army of rocks hurtling towards them.
He knew where he was now. With his free arm Jack found his phone. No signal. Shit! It would be OK, though; Mikey would have gone for help.
Mikey had been luckier than his friend. The first boulder to reach him had smashed his skull, killing him instantly.