“That’s it,” I thought to myself, “I’ve had it. I won’t be held prisoner by forces beyond my control one moment longer!”
Truly, it was time to make gravity my bitch.
Was success likely? Perhaps not, but I believed in myself, and wasn’t taking crap from gravity one moment longer. I was sick of being held in place, I’d go where I damn well please, and no force on earth would stop me.
I stood in the center of the room, closed my eyes, focused my attention, leapt…
And came promptly crashing to the ground, another victim of hubric overreach.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Gravity, Short story
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