Three, two, one eyes closed a prayer in her heart, she jumped. She allowed her arms to extend, her lungs took in a deep breath and finally her eyes opened. She was falling from the sky. The 60 second free fall, felt oddly slow and relaxing as if the wind caught her, held her and allowed her to gaze over the city. She looked over at her partner, if she could have said anything, she would have said, Thank you. I’ll remember this experience for the rest of my life. She pulled the string; the parachute opened and whipped her back into the upright position, no longer a bird she approached the ground. Her legs extended she advanced to the landing with speed, her heels digging in the ground slowed the pace then in a sitting position she slid across the grass and just like that they were back on the ground. Not wishing to face the big good-bye.
They looked over their skydiving pictures with
laughter. Goggles, funny hats and wind filled faces were pictures they’d always
cherish. The couple spent the rest of the day recounting their adventure, and visiting
loved ones. She watched as he made his good-byes, each hug reminding her, it
would soon be her turn. She couldn’t understand how one person could be so
brave. She wrapped her arms around him, her chin rested on his shoulder, she
breathed in the scent on the back of his neck trying to swallow as much of him
as she could. Would he be okay out there? Would she see him again? Would he be
the same? Would she? The uncertainties flooded her mind and tears swelled her
eyes. They kissed, he turned around faced the plane and just like that, another
soldier was off to Iraq.
This post was inspired by Write on Edge. We were asked to write a post – fiction or creative non-fiction – which begins with a countdown. “Three, two, one.” In 300 words.