By Jon Nixon
Swooping majestically through the sky—arcing, twisting, and reaching—he was mastering what every boy before him had wished for; what other men had attempted but could not perfect.
The air rushed past his outstretched arms: fists clenched, cheeks hollowed, increasing speed. It was the ultimate superpower.
Adrenaline rush dominated, and yet he remained ice-calm watching the kaleidoscopic blur of glimpsed outlines, glinting objects, buildings, and sky.
This was it. Flight, the ultimate thrill. He had it all.
The window of the 27th floor of the downtown office block remained wide open. The ground rose to meet him, hard and fast.
Didn’t expect the ending and hope that anyone who chooses this would experience those last moments of joy
Ditto the above. I thought this person was undergoing the thrill of hang-gliding, or bungie-jumping, but it was something a lot worse! Good story!
‘Funny how falling feels like flying, for a little while’
Thanks for the comments!
Nice.
Reminded me of Ducky and Petrie in Land Before Time, Petrie says, “I flied”, Ducky says, “no you falled”.