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Free fall they called it, with a certain degree of awe in their voices. Whoever "they" were, obviously "they" had never fallen from a tree stand thirty feet in the air. Because free falling wasn't cool, it wasn't neat, and it certainly wasn't fun. |
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Terror ripped through D.J.'s gut so hard she thought she might just throw up on her way toward the earth. Wouldn't that make a pleasant picture when they found her dead on the ground? She'd never cared for heightsnow she understood why. |
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Though the opposite had to be true, it seemed to D.J. she fell slowly, experiencing every sensation of what would most likely be her last seconds alive. Air swooshed past her cheeks as she fell. Her eyes watered. The droplets stuck to her eyelashes, then blew awaytears on the wind. Her heart beat too |
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