Writer's Block

It was such a long way down.

What was he doing up here on this damn ledge? Making an end of himself? Bah, he hadn't given up, not yet. So he was a freak now, so what?! Who cared what his moronic family thought - he was something else now, something better.

Of course, killing his sister as he fled hadn't been intentional. It meant he was going to have to do this very soon, thanks to those two cops inching towards him on either side. But no matter - he was ready.

He let go of the window ledge and stood there poised, the wind gently buffeting him. Then he leapt into space. For a few moments he plummeted, then his new wings spread themselves and he levelled out fifty feet from the ground, screaming his triumph as he soared over the traffic jam below. A few strong beats of his wings and he was level again with the ledge, laughing at the cops as they stood there open-mouthed. Then off he flew again, heading back to the lab where it all began, where - caaaaawk!


For a moment the boy and the bird hung in the air where they'd collided. Then they fell.

It was such a long way down.