He hurtled through the sky like a piece of falling oatmeal. The thought churned in his head that perhaps he would never see his family again. Death? Unlikely. Not at this speed. Death means that you've stopped functioning; that your body no longer works. Death is caused by disease or old age or accident. This wouldn't be death because "to cease function" is too light a term when "vaporization" is also too light a term. He thought about it for a minute. Yes, it wouldn't be death. Perhaps . . . annihilation?
Horror-stricken, he realized that his mother wouldn't like it if someone came to the door to tell her that her son had been "ground into a pulp by his mach 5 contact with the surface of the planet." Well, at this point there was nothing to be done, so he did the only sensible thing. He panicked.
He started waving his arms and screaming and crying so hard that streams of water floated through the air behind him until the instructor pulled the chute and they came
gently
to the ground.
Oatmeal hurtles. Of course.
ReplyDeleteThis was great. It reminds me of my POV exercise... not that you remember that, of course.
Um . . . no. I have a bad memory.
ReplyDeleteHaha, yay for POV exercises! Great writing. I was captivated, espeically by the streams of water. I was hoping they would somehow fall faster than him and somehow cushion his fall. But then the parachute just did it instead...
ReplyDeleteYeah, that was a great ending. Ali is right. ^_^
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