The fall was terrifying. She tumbled from such a height, rolling head-over-foot and side-to-side. She lost track of what was up, what was down. Her head felt like it might explode from the pressure of the air swirling around her, catching her limbs and making them thrash in various directions as she continued the descent…
The landing was worse than the fall. When she hit, the impact jarred through her entire being. She tried to scream, agony ripping through her, but found she could no longer catch her breath. She could not breathe at all. The complete, horrifying sensation of being unable to take a breath caused her to shudder.
She was dying, fallen from glory and shattered upon the ground like she had never mattered, not once. She wondered, in the last moments she knew she had, if her family would miss her. Her siblings, her mother. Her father. Would her friends wonder where she’d gone? She had to believe they would miss her. She had to believe, because dying with the fear that no one loved her was not an option.
As the last vestiges of life fled her body, lying broken on the ground, the world around her seemed the rage with fury. An angry wind picked up, swirling around her for several moments before it managed to slip beneath that broken body and lift it. She rolled along through the air, bodies of so many lost family and friends swirling and twirling around her. To anyone watching, it was a beautiful array of golds, oranges, reds and yellows. But among the whirlwind of color… it was nothing more than death.
This week’s Triple F is inspired by the Autumn leaves.
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