Fall From Grace

Written by: Conor Jordan

Like Wax Between the Feathers of Icarus,
                           The Structural Support Beams Melted.

                                     - They Held hands as They Fell -


The Copier Was Running, Fresh Sheets of 
Warmed Paper Slid Out From The Side.

                                     - He loved the Rich Scent of the Heat -

A Smile Crept Across His Face as He Felt
The Stare of Her Eyes, Gnawing at his Person.

                                      - Never Managing the Courage to ask Her -

Light Flickering From The Monitor Glinted off
His Morning Coffee, Office Life Was Tedious. 

                                      - North Tower Floor 108 -

Time Passed Slowly, But it Seemed To Pass Slower
As He Glanced Over Her Delicate Features:

                                      - Accentuated By Sunlight -

Communication is 98 Percent Body Language. Everyday
They Stayed Silent, But Spoke Novels With Their Eyes.

                                       - He made his Way to The Cooler -

Extending His Reach to Pick up a Cup, His Hand Met Skin;
Not Plastic. He Looked Up With a Nervous Embarrassment.

                                       - Big Brown Eyes Staring Back -

                                                      - The Calm before The Storm -

Rubbing his Lips Together as if To Finally Make That Step
Towards Introduction, He Was Interrupted.

                                       - The Impact -

Their Hands Met Naturally as The Dust and The Rubble
Fell About Their Bodies. They Dropped to The Floor.

                                       - Adrenaline Injection -

Clutching Her Hand and Weaving Through The Smoke
He Made His Way Towards The Exit.

                                       - Staircase Blocked -

                                              - Elevator Inferno -

Those Who Threw Not a Breath To Screaming,
Were Already Dead, But He Held her Hand tight.

                                       - Blindly She Followed -

The Wind Cascaded off Every Wall and Lead The
Smoke To Disperse as it Reached Open air.

                                       - They Stood in the Clearing -

The Fire Crept Up Behind Them, and The Ceiling
Began To Crumble. She Squeezed his Hand Tightly.

                                        - They Had No Choice -

One Leap of Faith, and Praying For Divine Intervention...

They Plummeted.

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Inspired By The 9/11 Competition, Hope you all enjoy =]