Leaves
Part 1 of Falling
A drabble
By The Nut
9 Nov 2003

Autumn leaves falling in the breeze.

Tossed.

Scattered.

Floating to the ground to form clumps and drifts.

He had always enjoyed running through those drifts, kicking leaves into the air just to see them flutter and dance again.

He loved how they floated, almost flying - it had sparked an interest that had eventually led him to here.

Where he floated with the wind himself.

Sailing, in the dark, his parachute silent.

The air crisp in its lazy rush to pass him.

He loved the feeling, the freedom.

He was a leaf in the wind.

Until his line snapped.

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FIN.