More of Colonel Jack’s Microfiction; Stories in less than 160 Characters.
Why is this so hard? I practically talk for a living. Sweaty palms, dry mouth, we need a drink. No, we don’t. Yikes, my turn. Here goes: ” Hi, my name is…”
She stands on the edge looking down into the gaping nothing below; hesitating. Her attention suddenly brought to the sky again, she believes: leaps. FLYING!
I once slept, dreaming of tomorrow. Then I began to lie awake, fretting over the past. No more. Today, yes today I shall get up and live. This very hour!
The pilot has turned on the “fasten seat belt” sign again. Worst flight in 15 years. Storming, baby crying, haven’t slept in two days. Close my eyes and cry.
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