Prompt: Write a daydream. Make us smile.
|There wasn’t much happening as I jumped from the skyscraper. No whizzes or whirs of delight. Visions of what I should have had for breakfast or how much was left in the parking meter. I only saw what was rushing toward me, or rather what I was rushing toward.
Life does flash by. Not like dreams or psychedelic awakenings, but this everlasting freedom like after a birthday or a nice night out with friends. The sunrise looked especially beautiful, the pavement just as enticing. I had 4 seconds to make peace with the world, 4 seconds to come to terms with relationships lost, conversations without resolve, and hopes never realized.
I spun around to see my reflection in the windowed scraper. Just like a flip book. One floor after another. There I am. There I go. Here today, a pile of bones later. I could have done better. But did I?
Then it hit me.
Standing above the city, I looked down an envisioned what it would be like to jump. Then I looked over at my family gathering for a photo.
“Get closer, come on!.
I stood in frame, my arms around my family, and then heard