Flash Fiction: Fallen

The bright summer heat fades to shattering crispness. We huddle in scattered clumps, shivering as the cold wind paints a blush of red across our faces.

All realize the end is near.

Some let go before their time, still supple with life, leaping into the great void beyond. But I am afraid. My skin has withered to a pale husk, exposing fragile skeletal veins, and I am no longer strong enough to hold on.

I let go.

With fearful exhilaration, I tumble into the vast emptiness and drift down to land among my brothers on the frozen ground, crackling with relief.

… only to be crushed underfoot by rushing pedestrians.



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