His attention focused on a woman waiting at the bus stop with a bag of groceries.
She was a sad sight to see. Looking back in the window, he saw the television playing music videos inside.
Maury looked down at his feet as he stepped off the ledge and began his descent. Feeling an uninhibited sense of
freedom, his heart rose as he swam downward.
Time slowed down.
Looking down behind the silhouette of his feet, the steps seemed to come toward him in a series of still-shots
that he was allowed to gaze and study. His body turned and somersaulted, as he flew down. Face down, his arms stretched
forward.
Accepting his killer, he closed his eyes as the air skimmed past his skin. The the air seemed to clean past him
as it shaved his body and made him lighter.
Opening his eyes one last time, he saw the steps to his apartment about a foot away from his face. One flash later,
everything was gone.
