Tuesday

Previously

…I took one last, ragged breath, the hot air searing my lungs. Then, with a silent whisper of Sarah’s name, I pushed. The glass gave way with a shattering roar, a symphony of destruction that was swallowed by the wind. For a fleeting instant, there was only the rush of air, a deafening howl that stripped away all thought, all feeling, all fear. Then, the world became a blur of impossible speed, of falling, falling, falling. And in that descent, a profound, and terrible, silence.