• the_novel_idealist

5th April - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

The background music came to its necessary pause, the smoke billowing, illuminated by the haunting red lights. The crowd below were silent, captivated by the ferocity of his routine.

This was his moment; he had to fall.

Their money had been placed and he knew that should he fail to deliver, it meant almost certain death.

The music began to slowly build up again, lights flashing as the routine closed in on its finale.

He pictured his son's face, eagerly anticipating his show stopping finish. He couldn't let him down, could he?

He inhaled deeply, gripping the ropes tighter, and jumped.