Oh Christ

He was pushed from the plane and his mind screams at the unfairness of it all.

The roaring wind penetrates cold while gravity grabs him by the balls and squeezes tight. His shirt flutters mad. His eyes water and his bare-feet clench hard and painful and the nails of his hands bite into the flesh of his palms.

How many people get to think about their murder as they are being murdered, he wonders.

He tries to breathe, but the air hits hard and his adrenaline races too fast and he wonders why it even matters.

The biggest issue is he has time to think. Play with the idea of his reality for a while.

He is falling.

That’s pretty much it.

He is falling.

But he is not dead yet. He wrestles with the idea of this. But there is no hope in that. There will be no branches to scramble for, or use in bracing for impact to prevent it from become not true.

The happy fact is; it is in fact not possible, if he had already struck land, to be falling. Hamlet said it best; to be, or not to be and soon he wont be, but he is, so that’s good.

Maybe he can make his existence stretch on forever by denying death is possible.

Maybe death can only happen if he allows it to.

He closes his eyes away from the vision of the rapidly approaching Earth and deny’s death’s potential.

Then he wakes in exquisite fiery white pain realizing too late death too serves a purpose and is sometimes preferable to living.

 

 

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Author: Bryan Aiello

I call NYC home and wish the subway went everywhere and Times Square didn't suck. I saw John Turturro once. Maybe it was him. He was wearing a yellow shirt and smiled at me like he knew I knew. I am an Army vet who writes. I like characters who want more then they deserve. I like genre fiction. I love space. I love paladins. One day I might write a paladin in space story. Just you wait. The university of South Florida spit me out with a degree in creative writing and I find myself questioning the sanity of going to a school that advertises a fake beach on its brochure ever since. I intuit grammar. I Got married in 2012 We had twins in 2015. I do a lot of cooking and dog walking and ranting about the unfairness of sentience. You can follow me on Twitter: @bryaiello Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/BryanAiello My Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/Voyage_of_Roadkill/ My Reddit profile: https://www.reddit.com/user/Voyage_of_Roadkill/ Like my work? Become a patron at: https://www.patreon.com/BryanAiello

3 thoughts on “Oh Christ”

  1. Oh, wow! you’ve built the drama here so very well. oh, to survive such a fall without a parachute…it’s just – oh, yuck the picture my mind just threw on the screen… death would definitely be preferable, indeed.

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