Flying Fantasy

Flying

I dropped the bag at my feet and stared up into the darkening sky. The sun was setting over the water to the left, a few stars dotted the sky. I knelt down on the hard ground and carefully opened up the bag, pulling it closer to me. I took out the contents and lay them on the flat stone that sat beneath my knees, throwing the bag into the bushes behind me. I looked out into the ocean, the water, the one thing that lasts forever, with no pain or feelings to keep bottled inside of it.
I picked up my small brown bear, Tinker, my oldest gift from a loved one, one of the very few I still had. I tucked it into my blue jeans pocket, and carefully pinned it shut.
I removed some papers from an envelope and opened them slowly. I read the letters slowly, letting every word sink in. These were letters from loved ones of the past. A mother, a boyfriend, a brother, a close friend. I forced back the tears as I continued to read the words that were printed so long ago. I untied the long pink ribbon that was around my wrist and wrapped the papers around my arm carefully, securing them with the ribbon I held.
The last item was a small, lifeless rose. A gift from my lost love, the only rose I ever received, the only flower ever given to me by a man. I wrapped the dusty flower in a blue silk veil that was worn by my cousin at her Christening when she was young. I slipped the bundle in between my breasts, as close to my heart as possible. I buttoned up my coat and stepped toward the edge. A sudden feeling of life swept over me. I finally felt alive. It was magnificent up on the edge of the cliff. The strong thrashing of the waves below, the eeriness of the night sky above.
I lifted my arms out to either side of me, so they were in line with my shoulders. It was magnificent. The wind was circling around me as I took the last step, as I fell down the cliff face, into the ocean. The wind rushed at my face, forcing my eyes closed. I could feel my hair getting tangled as it fell behind me, my feet being thrown around much like a rag dolls would have been. I laughed as the water came closer and closer to me. It was so beautiful. I was flying, I was finally flying and it was the greatest feeling in the world.