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"I am a fake!" Connie yelled as she slipped backwards off the windowsill. She sensed the hundreds of feet of open space beneath her. It would only take a few seconds to hit bottom, but time seemed to have slowed.
"It's not real," she told herself. Even the hair wasn't real as the wind rustled it flowing in golden rivulets about her face. The clouds and sky watched calmly as she fell. She marveled at the perception of distance. The building rushed by like a rocket, while the azure sky stood peaceful, as always.
Connie's mother called it a cult. Something evil she shouldn't go near. But Connie embraced it. She wasn't sure when it had become her goal, but she managed it with the help of her new friends.
It wouldn't be long now. Her friends had told her what to expect on impact, a dizzying array of blue, yellow, and white. Then it would be over. Their late night planning sessions would be consummated in this one brief instant.
And then in an instant, it was over. She felt the impact and tried to scream, but nothing came out.
"Cut!" the director called. Connie pulled herself out of the landing mat. "That was a beautiful, first fall honey," he said with a wink. Turning to the crew he hollered, "Okay, get Miss Goldilocks out here for the close-up."
sorry, not even worth the read.
by Raymond Coulombe, Michael Gallant, Timothy O. Goyette
by Timothy O. Goyette