Falling….
By
Jane Royce
A scream caught in Johnny’s throat, yet it didn’t escape his lips. It served no purpose to spare his last breath on a scream that would only work to increase his terror.
He was falling, and there was pity little he could do to stop himself, he
was dying.
‘It’s taking a long time, I wonder if I will feel anything when I land?’
‘This is not like the movies on television, who said that fear would
cause the death of someone falling before the impact would?’
“I miss my family already, I should have done so many things with my
life, I am not ready for this’
‘Roy, my best friend. I will miss
you the most. You have been such a
guide for me in my life, such an important person.’
‘I am looking forward to seeing old friends and family I lost though, my
spirit world will guide me, this I know.’
‘Oh this is hard, what’s happening?
I am confused. How did this
happen? My ropes were tight, I made sure of that myself, how did this happen?’
‘Oh God, please please help me, I am not ready. I thought I was but now I am scared, please
please help me. PLEASE!’
‘Oh God’
‘Oh God help me!’
‘OH GOD PLEASE!!!’
Like a giant hand reaching out to grasp and hold him, the sound of Johnny
and his gear slapping into the fire net could be heard, and then there was
silence.
And then there was cheering and the sound of tears of joy being shared
among friends.
For Johnny, there was the sound of his own breath, that was blissfully
steady and permanent.
