Dawn | A flash fiction story
2 of 💯
Dawn watched as her shoe danced a slow waltz in the air, all the way down the uncountable stories of the Felicity Condo. It twirled and turned in the cool air of the night before disappearing in the fog that hid the building's colossal feet.
She sighed.
The wind licked the side of the building and her hair jumped and twisted wildly, taking her back from wherever her mind was, back to the thin ledge she was standing on.
A distant voice called her from beyond this realm of existence. Her eyes darted from the cacophony of lights in the city below her to the darkness of the sky above. The voice called again, from a few windows away on the side of the building.
"Girl," the old man called, "what in the world are you doing there?"
Her lifeless eyes blinked once and twice. "I'm jumping, I guess."
"What? Why?"
She shrugged.
"What the- Come here," the man said. "I can help you."
The colorful neon lights piercing through the fog a thousand miles below called to her, but the man's face did too. It had years and stories etched in expression lines. His eyes were gentle. Sweet. Warm.
What was she doing?
She stepped slowly toward the man, the wind trying desperately to grab her from the wall of the building and throw her down the guts of the city.
"That's it," the man said with his arms stretched to her. "You're almost here."
She grabbed one of his hands and then the other.
"There you go," the man said. His gentle eyes held her in a warm embrace and that embrace quickly started to crush her. "I can help you," he said, each word taking its time, dragging itself out of his mouth. Then he pushed her off the building.
She managed only a scratch on the back of his hand before she was the one twirling in the air.
"Freaks," the man said, before banging the window closed.
< Unscathed | Dawn | Don’t Blink>
This is my second entry to the 💯 story challenge. Day two: ✅.
