Piece 03
sky-diving micro-fiction
She stared at the distant treetops rolling down below. Misty clouds stood between her and the trees, making the drop seem all the more intimidating. She blew out a shaky breath, clutching the edges of the door tighter. Her stomach clenched.
“You ready for this? It’s almost time,” the jumpmaster yelled into her ear from her left.
Fuck no I’m not ready.
She nodded. She knew that if she delayed this, if she said ‘I’ll do it next time’ like she always did, she would never make this leap. She would grow old and die, and her feet would never have left the helicopter. So she adjusted her stance, steadied her grip, and forced herself to be fucking ready.
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The terrain thousands of feet under her cleared out, becoming smooth, softly undulating plains of grass.
She cleared her mind, focusing on the awe-inspiring scene encompassing her.
Every second that passed gripped her throat tighter. She swallowed hard, and breathed in deeply. This time when she exhaled, it was even.
The instructor tapped her on the head, twice.
For a millisecond, she grabbed on even tighter.
Then she felt her hands holding air, her hair lifting, her feet leaving the platform, and her breath catching.
She smiled.
