Excerpts & Confessions of an Unpublished Writer III

The fall had been exhilarating.  As she fell, she envisioned herself as a plane awaiting a frightful crash after technology seemingly failed. Disaster, she thought, bared a sense of beauty. Flight in itself, marveled her. She could imagine a pilot; feeling the power of the world as she cascaded throughout the vast sky. Her stomach found a place in her throat as she felt a surge of adrenaline escape her. The ocean, a once tranquil vision, choked her. As the piercingly cold water engulfed her she silently wept in agony. Gasping in horror, she stared wide-eyed beneath the salty waves. Slowly her life flashed before her eyes as she desperately searched for feeling within her limbs. Memory by memory her surroundings faded to black. For a moment she wondered if she had done the right thing. Painstakingly her brain tried to communicate the message to move, to swim, to save herself. She began to feel dizzy as her lungs swallowed the ocean water. If it was possible to cry, she imagined she would be. As the last sweet memory escaped her imagination she wondered in vain... What have I done.

Beautiful Disaster