The Fall

Another vignette:

As he was falling down, down, down, closer to his death, he reflected upon his life. The wind whooshed past him, and he was reminded of bicycle races down his neighborhood hill with his brother. He closed his eyes, picturing the spokes of his brother's bicycle turning around in a red blur. He was always jealous of his brother's candy apple red bike compared to his own pukey green bike. He could almost feel the too-tight helmet on his head. He opened his eyes, accepting his fate, accepting his inevitable and undeniable future of death just mere seconds away. Thirty seconds left. He took his remaining time to think about his family, his mom and dad, his frail grandmother and near-deaf grandfather. He thought about how much he loved them, how much he would miss them. He also thought about his brother and how much he missed him too. But he would see him again soon. In three, two, one. 

Standing in the Rain

The vignette I wrote in my journal, I really like it. Here it is:

The mist swirled around the young girl in a ruby red dress. Her bare toes curled around the dew covered grass. She lifted her face towards the sky, small droplets of water gently placing themselves on her rosy cheeks. She closed her eyes and slowly turned around in a circle with her arms slightly back as if she was ready to take flight. It seemed as if she was remembering something; the corners of her mouth hinted at the smallest of smiles. She opened her eyes and stood still, a single tear barely discernible among the rain drops on her gentle face. Her arms lowered, and she walked away uncertainly, uncertain of what she would do next.