Although Trudi felt wicked for liking all that attention, she couldn’t stop herself from enjoying it. The gentle breeze she’d felt as she climbed out of the window took on a harsh turn, blowing with such force she was convinced it was a willing accomplice to her demise. The crowd gathered below looked like ants mulling busily about their sandy home. Blue lights flickered in the distance, but she couldn’t move yet. The thrill of all the attention was still great, no matter how wicked she felt. She awarded herself this moment. She deserved this last hurrah before blinking from existence.
The sirens grew louder, breaking her reverie. She closed her eyes and breathed, in and out, feeling her breath course through her lungs, fill her chest and filter out through her nose; the smoke circling about her head as if it was a chimney. She could wait no longer. She had to do this before the officers arrived. They would use their sway to change her mind, because they always did. They put on an act of caring, but they didn’t. They threw you away, locked you up, and ignored you just like the rest of society.
She breathed again, her green eyes open this time, her arms held out on either side of her, the fringes of her suede jacket fluttering in the wind like flightless birds, and a small piece of paper held tight in her right fist. She closed her eyes again, willing her mind to empty and her knees to stop trembling. She lifted her face to the sky, drinking in the sunlight as it wrapped her in its halo. The smile that caressed her face reached all the way down into her soul. She felt her body fall forward slowly, succumbing to the pull of gravity at last. She felt the wind catch her, rock her, as she tumbled from the sky to the waiting arms of the earth below.
She would be ignored no more.
For the Indie Ink Writing Challenge this week, Lilu challenged me with “take the book nearest you, flip to page 45 and use the first full sentence as your prompt/inspiration for your text” . I challenged Headant with “Take the long way home.”
( The book was Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi and the sentence from page 45 is the first line of the story)
I also took on the Trifecta writing challenge again, though this is the first time doing it properly. Here is my 333 word response to: sway noun: and it’s 3rd definition of: 3 a : a controlling influence
b : sovereign power : dominion
c : the ability to exercise influence or authority : dominance
I’m always looking for constructive criticism. Please feel free to share your thoughts on my piece.