Pavement

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


There I was, sitting on the edge of the cliff by the sea. There was no one around, just me and the wind and the salt in the air.  There was no one around, just me and the rocks and thoughts which never stop.

There I was, on top of the world. Up here, nobody could hear you scream or laugh or fall apart. Nobody comes up here. Nobody sane, at least.

There were a lot of reasons why I was sitting on the edge of the cliff by the sea. There were a lot of reasons, but the biggest one was the bug that had gripped my brain, the bug which tells me that everything in this world has turned to plastic. Our world has turned to one which is seeped in cheap giggles and superficial fixation. The entertainment and art which consume and dictate our minds and culture are reduced to nothing but attractive people looking at themselves in the camera for fifteen seconds. Our humanity and morality are muddled with exterior incentives to present a facade of ourselves to the world via virtue signaling. 

There is nothing real left. And you can either live with it with a big fat smile on your face or you can kill yourself. I decided that I was tired of smiling. And death by water doesn’t seem bad. It was natural, at least.

 

I took a breath. It was time. I stood up and I stretched my arms. I mustered all the strength I had left. 

 

And then I jumped. 

 

I jumped and I found myself falling, falling deep into the sea below. But once I hit the water I realized that there was no water there in the first place.

 

It was pavement painted blue.


Submitted: June 02, 2021

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