Free Fall

Crowds chat in all directions. Fear and excitement cover faces lined up. He waits, eyes closed, thinking of impending death. Each step wastes another minute. He sits down and caresses his restraint. A monster jags as it ascends then free falls with his frown. Its ruthless speed loops and curls. His only regret becomes fear and wasted time.


2 comments so far

  1. Frances on

    I am imagining a poerson all alone in a bare room, save for a table abd chair, the voices in their mind keep them sitting there alone.
    A short piece that conjured up long feeling.
    Have a wonderful week

  2. ThomG on

    You’ve certainly embraced the 58.

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