On June 29th, 1986, Argentina beat West Germany in the FIFA world cup and Melanie told Cassandra that she was going to die. Not that she knew how or why or when, but she knew that Cassandra did not have long to live. It was only after Melanie was promoted to a swanky new office on the 17th floor, did the temptation become apparent and quite unbearable. Sipping tea, Melanie sat on the one and a half foot ledge, swinging her legs back and forth. It reminded her of Cassandra and how they used to sit on the swing together. Melanie was well aware of Cassandra’s love of life, but she also knew that the call of wings was too great to be ignored. She drained her tea to the dregs and stood up, stumbling a little in her Jimmy Choos. “Blast.” She said aloud, “Maybe I should have worn better shoes”, but even as the words came out, they sounded obsolete.
Cassandra nearly fainted when she opened her eyes, but caught onto the window rail to stop herself from hurtling down those 17 floors. “Melanie! Don’t do this!” cried Cassandra, “Please Melanie, I’m not ready!” “I’m sorry Cassandra. It’s the only way to be free.” The last thing Melanie remembered was the feeling of the wind rushing past, and the sound of Cassandra’s scream in her head.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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