Literally
A work of flash fiction by:
Elizabeth J Kolodziej
Copyright © 2011 By Elizabeth J. Kolodziej
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“Literally”
Looking below I wondered if I should go face down or face up. With the later I could look up into the angry storm clouds above. They seemed ready to burst; ready to let the rain fall, but to my discontent the only thing wet was the air. Though, the thunder continued to be menacing while the lightning stayed enticing.
Tapping my finger to my chin I continued the discussion in my head.
If I went face down I would only get to see the emptiness of a dimly lit street below me. It had to be past three in the morning by now. I had come up here at two and due to my indecisiveness I couldn’t settle on whether I should just let myself fall. Or how. Both were decisions that really needed to be thought through before committing to.
Always known for getting back up, landing on feet, going forward, never letting anything keep me down and all those other clichés. What people never seem to understand is that I am tired of having to get back up. I’m tired of always, eventually…falling.
And I’m not talking about a hiccup in the road or stumbling a little over a stupid pebble. No. I’m talking about falling so deep down in that hole that your fingers bleed while you pull yourself back up. Because when I fall I make sure I fall profoundly.
And so, I have fallen yet again, into that philosophical, reflective, empty, endless pool of a hole. Yes, I could go get help, a friend or a psychologist to talk to…but. But something in me is tired of talking. Even when I have something to say I don’t speak out loud anymore. Maybe because speaking is what gets you to fall? You say the wrong thing to a friend’s new girlfriend, or cuss in front of your boss, tell the truth to a family member. And that whole saying…er, not saying…what was it?
When all is said and done.
Yes. That’s exactly how I feel. I have said and done everything I want to. Want to.
Shuffling my feet a little on the ledge I saw the irony of the whole situation. Well, if you look at it from my twisted view that is. I felt like I was falling. Yet! I was standing on top of a five-story building. The falling, thus far, only being figurative. The height, at the moment, being reality.
Well, not that I wasn’t, in a way, at the bottom of a dark hole.
Still falling.
But that even though I was, me literally falling wasn’t reality. Not thus far.
All-though, if something is metaphoric then someone could just step away from it since it isn’t real. Is that why people always commented on how resilient I am? Because I stepped out of a metaphorical hole I was falling down? But in reality I was able to actually stand up tall above others like I am doing now. Or is it all just figurative?
Or could I make them both reality and fall. Face up of course. I finally decided at least that. I didn’t want to miss the sight of all that lightning on this crisp autumn night of morning.
I didn’t want to miss that… So many things I could miss if I let myself fall. Literally.
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