Drive back fear and revulsion. I won’t live and let you fall. A weak hand closes around hers as we go over edge. With strength that I never had in my life, I heave, to push her back to safety.
Who is she? I don’t know. Faceless. A plot-device.
Newton’s third pushes me into the air.
The edge rises up behind me and disappears swiftly into the distance. I am weightless. Unburdened... what an incredible fear.
There is no time for me to savour my victory; it has only ensured that I will be alone for this. The ground approaches, a blur that fills the world. I have no hope of survival. And within the hysterical, insane fear-
Should I turn and try to land on my feet to give myself a few extra moments? or go headfirst and make it almost instantaneous?
I sincerely hope this is a dream.
1 comment:
i hope. i hope too. but it seems to be a very vauge description of the present state of mind. i hope i'm dreaming too.
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