The world was amazing from this height; spread out like an enormous map.
Conor was diving in, his arms outstretched.
They linked up; smiled at each other.
A minute later they separated and Annie released her parachute.
It deployed but didn’t properly unfurl. The secondary chute failed to appear.
Conor was below her, still falling. Then his chute opened.
She was catching up; screaming his name.
At first she thought he’d missed her, but then felt him snag the collapsed canopy.
She was crying and laughing, hope blossoming.
Then she was falling again.
Knowing now why her chute had failed.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that's a potent one, Rob! I like the way you capture the feeling of parachute jumping, too.
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