Monday, April 29, 2013

100 Words a Day 254

“Ah shit,” he said. The words were lost in the wind. His parachute didn’t open.

After a moment, he realized he was calm. He found it strange. Here he was, plunging to his death, no possibility of help, and all he could do was cogitate on his state of mind.

Objects on the ground grew larger as he fell. He marveled at what he saw as the details came into focus. Despite being thousands of feet up in the air, it was as though he could see every leaf on every tree.

The ground continued to get closer and closer.

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