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Original fiction.
~1300 words.
And then he’s falling. The air rushes past Victor and he has to close his eyes. They’re drying out too fast and his cheeks are wet with the tears slipping up and out of his ducts. There’s a thought gnawing at the back of his mind. Open the chute. Open the chute. But opening the chute would have been a sign of defeat. A great surrender flag billowing in the air, pulling him safely back into the the comforting din of humanity.
( In free fall he can’t hear anything. Just the white noise and static inside of him. )
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therealljidol.
~1300 words.
And then he’s falling. The air rushes past Victor and he has to close his eyes. They’re drying out too fast and his cheeks are wet with the tears slipping up and out of his ducts. There’s a thought gnawing at the back of his mind. Open the chute. Open the chute. But opening the chute would have been a sign of defeat. A great surrender flag billowing in the air, pulling him safely back into the the comforting din of humanity.
( In free fall he can’t hear anything. Just the white noise and static inside of him. )
This entry was written for Topic 2: Deconstruction at
therealljidol.
