Once again, I'm treating you this Tuesday with a piece of flash fiction that I wrote for Flash Fiction Flourish. Enjoy!
Outside the open window, I see miles of city skyline. I don’t dare look down, but I know it’s going to be a long drop. I volunteered for this, but faced with the reality of my decision, I’m having second thoughts.
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“It’s safe,” Joran insists. He’s here to ensure I follow through with my end of the bargain.
I laugh. “As if dying can be considered safe.” I adjust the cap that’s been wired to my head. It will read my brain activity during the experiment. Yet it would be hard pressed to explain why a young woman would do this.
Since my brother died, I’ve wanted to understand death. With reassurances that they can revive me afterwards, I have a chance of finding what I seek.
Taking a deep breath, I lean out the window. With eyes closed, I push myself out until I feel the pull of freefall.