by J. D. Lander
The houses and trees looked tiny below him. He could see his whole entire town, even the hospital at the other end. He looked up for the first time, but there were no clouds waiting for him to burst through. There was one thing he knew: he would soon lose oxygen, as he now felt like he was gaining altitude faster than ever.
As the oxygen thinned, he wanted to yell for help, but he knew no one would ever hear him. He opened his mouth to say a name, but no sound came out. The name was like a word he often used but in the moment it had slipped his mind. He struggled to think of the name, as if remembering it would wake him from a dream.
The warmth of the sun seemed to no longer affect Connor. A cold chill set in as he looked downward, unable to make out any known landmarks. He looked upward and saw darkness waiting like a glove to catch him. He closed his eyes and started to pray until the words became jumbled, and his arms let go of his legs as he continued to fall into the sky.