I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. Something wasn’t quite right though. The perspective was off, wrong somehow. I looked up at the bird. I looked down at myself. I couldn’t remember what had happened. Eyes closed tightly, I thought back.
I remembered watching the old man, who called himself Drummer, as he untangled the lines and folded the silk.
I remembered standing on the wheel cover and holding the stay; thumbs up to Daniel as I let myself drop backwards into nothing, the void.
I remembered the sound of falling, a loud WHOOSH slipping past my ears, and then I remembered the ground – the suddenness of the ground.
I remembered what had happened. All of it. And, I kept my eyes closed.
The vulture was within his rights.
I am feeling a bit dense. Is it a dare devil stunt gone wrong?
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A parachute that didn’t open. Perhaps I need to rework it some?
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Ok now I see the part about the silks. That is a good take on the prompt, jumping out of a plane.
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That all went a bit wrong for him – I wonder if Drummer purposely mis-folded the parachute? Nice story, I liked the last line.
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Accident or foul play by Drummer? I did have to read twice to clock what happened, but I like that. You have all the clues in there, I just wasn’t paying enough attention. Good stuff!
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Great story. I liked the compassion for the vulture doing what vultures do.
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I wonder if Drummer wanted some revenge or something
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I also wonder if it was deliberate. This is one of the reasons I never tried parachute jumping. There are others of course. I’m glad the story stopped where it did. I don’t need to know more even if it’s Halloween.
Well done, TN. 🙂 — Suzanne
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