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Falling For It: Flash Fiction by cam
Falling For It
Eric is sitting with his legs sticking out of the airplane doorway with Buz straddling him from behind, snapping their harnesses together.
“Ready, Set, Go.” shouts the pilot. Buz shoves Eric out the door providing him no opportunity to say, No, wait, I’ve changed my mind.
The Cessna whisks away as they begin their descent. The wind tears at Eric’s skin, ripping the goggles from his face, his eyes watering.
“I can’t see.” he screams.
“I’m deploying the parachute in five, four, three, two, one.” Eric hears from above. He waits.
“What’s happening?” Eric calls out.
“Parachute didn’t open. Opening Emergency chute.” Buz’s emotionless voice is barely audible over the whistling and roaring of wind in Eric’s ears.
“I can’t hear you.” cries Eric.
“Neither chute will open.” The news comes louder this time.
“Noooo!” howls Eric, holding the note like an opera singer, wind and fear contorting his features, the image of his scream plastered against the bones of his face. “Nooo.... Pull it again.” No response from above. Eric twists his body and reaches for the cord on Buz’s pack as they plummet toward the earth.
“No, Don’t do that.” comes the rebuke as they tumble sideways giving Eric alternate glimpses of earth and sky.
“Mona.” Eric wails, realizing his beloved is waiting for him below. Vomit sprays from the sides of his face as hot urine burns his skin. He suddenly remembers his parents-remembers that he never told them....but his remorse is interrupted as he senses Buz’s movements above. The tumbling stops. His body is jerked backward even as momentum seeks to complete the dive to death.
Eric looks up to see a multicolored canopy. He looks down and sees the earth.
“Ready yourself for landing.”
Eric hears the instructions, but his body will have none of it. Limp legs buckle on impact as Buz’s weight drives Eric forward ending with an audible crunching sound when his nose meets the blessed earth.
Buz unsnaps the tandem harnesses, and Eric struggles to his knees. Tears stream through blood. Mona holds him against her breast, soothing her distraught man with gentle words and touches.
“Geez kid," says Buz. "Can’t you take a joke?"