Marko’s reflection fell off the edge of the sliding glass door as it opened to the balcony. Scents of coco-butter and flowers pushed long dark strands across a tanned face.
Wind swept memories tickled his mind as he stepped from the room. He had flown, had known the freedom of it, and now he was weighted so firm he could not even think how. But why?
Nothing made him stop. Nothing he could remember.
Stepping over the rail, he set eyes on the horizon. If he could just remember.
Leaning forward, he thought, “if you don’t jump, you’ll never know.”
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