by Annie Bien
You took a breath, jumped. Eyes closed. I would have. Praying to fly. Feet skyward so your landing wouldn’t be anticipated, gathering speed, fire, smoke, raining glass, perfect autumn day. That blue sky, sirens, silence.
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Annie Bien has written two poetry collections and published flash fiction in print and online. She is a flash fiction winner and finalist of the London Independent Story Prize, 2020, and a Pushcart Nominee. She is an English translator of Tibetan Buddhist Sūtras for 84000.