[Fiction] Friday

Elwood closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped right out of the airplane.  He thrilled to the feeling of descent, wind yowling past his ears, his eyes tearing just a little.  This was something Elwood had long wanted to do.  He had created a list of things to do  in this life.  Later, people started calling such lists “Your Bucket List,” but not Elwood.  To him, it started as His List, and remained that.  Current trends be damned.

Elwood wondered how long until he reached Terminal Velocity.  He wondered what it would feel like.  He wondered if he would notice.  Or care beyond the, “Ain’t it cool” factor.  Pretty soon, Elwood stopped worrying about anything and just relished the moment.  Eyes closed, he continued his fall.  A smile on his leather face.  He plummeted, lost in the fall.

And his life flashed before his eyes, always too many images, too many memories, nothing stayed for long, just a calliope of random images, moments and flashes.  Some of them were even his own thoughts.  He lived for these rare moments of surrender.

Too bad for Elwood that they were only moments, and temporary.

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