March of Microanalysis Day 23
Microfiction Entry Day 23:
Weightless, she fell up up up into the sky. “I should have brought a jacket,” she thought. “It’s gonna get cold up here.”
I have a recurring nightmare of falling up into space, absolutely powerless to get down because gravity doesn’t apply to me. It’s probably is linked to my other recurring nightmare of the eventual heat death of the universe. Yeah, I dream big.
The girl in the story is handling the situation with far more aplomb than I would. She seems like a practical type, so perhaps she has a plan. Her fate, however, is in question.
Through March, I'm posting a breakdown/analysis of the microfiction I posted on the corresponding day in February. This is probably only interesting to you if you care about the mechanics of writing, or if you know me personally.