As the woman tumbled from the heavens a riot of colours and questions chased her. Was that the rainbow spectrum of the balloon? Where was the parachute rip cord? Would life flash before her eyes?
Around 700 feet, she resigned herself to the terror of a recurring drowning nightmare she'd had as a child. Her chest tightened and the panic rose like vomit in her throat. Wake up! Wake up! Her brain screamed, but no sound came out.
600 feet…
Seconds from impact a feeling of calm spread through her. Aw...
Published on June 08, 2010 06:06