Jumping
She could feel the warm Texas wind; as it tousled her blonde hair, sending golden spirals twirling through the air. She surveyed her surroundings. Red clay stared back at her, an endless landscape of barren dirt. She knew this place. Zack had been with her, she had jumped from the railings, arms and legs flailing as she plummeted towards the hard dry earth. It was silly really. She knew she wouldn't die when she landed, but her body reacted as if she was still mortal.
She was standing on the railing again, arms entwined with the metal, which was rusted and dented, by the harsh Texan weather. But this time she was alone. No panicked Zack, video camera in hand, no tall impassive Haitian, just that restless Texan breeze. Claire savoured the moment, before she opened her eyes, to find the harsh city lights staring back at her. Journalists scurried below her, scavengers waiting for her to jump. She could see her fathers pained face as he observed her place atop the Ferris wheel. Doubts swirled through her brain, but there really was no going back now.
The colourful lights shone unnaturally bright in the absence of the moon, and for just one moment, Claire could have sworn that she could feel that warm Texas breeze brushing past her face, a loving caress. She was back on the railings, and as effortlessly as she had done all those days ago, she let go of the railings and sped through the air.
Short, I know. But it is my first story.
