Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Day 22: Fugacious

The root means "ready to flee, flying", so this seemed obvious.

Also, morbid much? Never!

The feeling of weightlessness haunted Michael’s dreams. He couldn’t close his eyes without seeing the ground racing before him, from a thousand feet up. Most people would describe them as pleasant dreams. But they filled his heart with such aching pain that he dreaded them like nightmares. When he woke, his arms and legs were like lead weights, tethering him to the ground.

The worst was when he stood on a narrow suspension bridge, swaying in the wind. Jump, called the breeze. At the apex, he weighed nothing. He could fly away.

Weightlessness was the last thing he ever felt.

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