Falling

This story was written for Trifecta’s weekend prompt, which was to include an apostrophe: “A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.”  I found myself returning to the story in last weekend’s prompt. Enjoy!

There were things Constance didn’t like. Carrots. Soccer. Ben, her loathsome squid ex-boyfriend. But she just hated gravity. “Darn you, gravity!” she screamed, plummeting towards the treasure chamber floor. “Darn you to heck!”