A sickle moon is gleaming.
Legs on the ledge, nerves suppressed by drilling.

He jumps, engages the chute – a jerk, then slowing.

His time airborne quickly fleeting,
He glides down softly, never knowing
The danger waiting out of sight and hearing

In years to come, a source of nightmare screaming.

Victor Bort is a Russian lawyer and a former police investigator in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Being crazy about the English language, he is trying to write flash fiction stories in the language he really adores.