The wind was so strong. It reminded Tom of kite-flying as a boy with a kite as red as Rachel’s lips on their wedding day. They had met the summer he broke his arm. He had broken six bones in his life; the worst was his femur. He broke it falling off the roof while replacing shingles one summer.
A fall of all things …
Fall was his favourite season. It made him think of apple cider and the smoke of leaf burnings. He had burned his tongue drinking his coffee too quickly this morning. That always happened when he was running late for work. In high school, he prided himself on his speed. He even went to state for the 110 hurdles one year, but he fell and broke his ankle.
Tom Jr had broken his ankle at seven jumping off a swing. Rachel had been terrified. She blamed Tom for not watching closely enough. His watch—he should have taken it off.
The lights of the building were flying past like the shooting stars he and his first love saw that night in the mountains.
The wind was so strong. In a moment, he would never feel it again.
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Story by Gregory M. Fox
from A Breath of Fiction’s archives
originally published November 14, 2010