Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to fly? Here's a short story about it.
I'm sitting at the pristine succulent-lined café bar, the city on pause outside, filtered out by clean air and soft music. An elevator ride away and I’ll be in a smoky lobby, surrounded by bells and sirens, the sounds of celebration drowning out the silence of despair.
The air had a bite to it, a slapping sting to her fevered skin, as they exited the crowded jazz club into the misty night.
Everything goes dark as the car submerges completely, and my breath comes in short gasps. It’s all I can hear above the rushing river and the metal against glass as I continue my attempts at escape.