Most people fear the fall. But Elias, drifting through the sky at 120 mph, felt a strange, chilling peace. In the fall, there are no taxes, no broken hearts, and no deadlines. There is only the wind and the countdown.
With a roar of effort, he yanked the secondary handle. A snap like a gunshot echoed through his bones as the white silk bloomed above him. The violent jerk nearly knocked him unconscious, but then, the world went quiet again. The screaming wind became a gentle hiss. Freier Fall
In a true free fall, you don’t feel like you’re falling. You feel like you’re being held up by a pillar of invisible air. Elias watched the wreckage of the plane descend half a mile away, a trail of black smoke marking its path. He was alone in the blue, suspended between life and the inevitable earth. Most people fear the fall
At 4,000 feet, the ground stopped being a map and started being a destination. Trees became individual sparks of green. He reached for the rip cord. He pulled. There is only the wind and the countdown
He kicked the emergency door open. The roar of the wind was a physical blow, a wall of ice and noise. He looked back at the terrified faces in the cabin, but there was no time for heroics, only physics. He stepped out.
For the first ten seconds, it was chaos. He tumbled, the world a blurring kaleidoscope of gray clouds and screaming blue sky. Then, he arched his back, spread his arms, and found his "box" position. The chaos turned into a cushion.