Friday, November 25, 2005

Flash fiction

I had decided a while ago that every Friday would be a flash fiction day. Considering my long-term relationship with procrastination, I hope to make this a more regular feature.

I swallowed the giant boulder wedged in my throat.
I tasted bile. The wind screamed threats as I climbed higher. Ticklish taunting. Tendrils of hair wrapped themselves around my face.

Then the ethereal free fall. Arms outspread. Downward spiral. Supernal mortal. A scream of reckless abandon.
Nothing but me and my big ol' rubber band.