It must have been that first step. But that was NOT my first thought, which was more like "Wheee! This feels almost like flying!" What a short-lived thrill. Flapping my arms and hands did nothing to level my flight. Even my feet were trying their best to bring me back.
Why do I still feel that sharpness-of-needle-point poked into my wrist? What the bloody hell, enjoy it while it is happening, yes? I was instructed only to take one step, the first. Simple. Easy. GO for it! I'm drowsy, actually sleepy...scarcely remembering. Why did those men have guns? They had been shoving me around like a wet rag-doll.
And then...well, NOW--it is becoming clear. They were bad men. They drugged me. They put me at the edge of the world, a doorway into nowhere. Everywhere. "Take one step forward".....
Oooh-kaaay! And--feeling as if in slow-motion, it became my final unwilling--yet willing--human act.
Yes, there is that tunnel. At the end, WOW! that bright light. I believe there is no way to go back--do not wish to go back...back.....back......black, black, BLACK!
"HEY! Did you guys SEE that? Fellow just walked out on the ledge, said something about 'Take one step' and over he went. Didn't he know we are on the thirteenth floor? OKAY guys, back to work, I'll call EMS. Did anybody recognize him?"
"Sargent, we had never seen him before this evening. He just mumbled he was going to take Step One. Guess that First Step was his Last Step."
NOTE: This is my first recollected try
at a 'real' short story, which is NOT about
...well, me! So please be kind this time. OK?
SUNDAY NIGHT WILL BE A
CONCLUSION FOR THIS STORY
RIGHT ON THIS BLOG...