He spun as he fell, his vision a strobe of dark and light: earthy, textured and shadowed below; bright, blue and smooth above. Except for the blimp, of course, slowly shrinking.
Have a few brews, they said.
Enter the contest, they said.
View of a lifetime, they said!
Well, it had been beautiful. But whose idea was it to stick a bunch of drunks in a tiny room suspended at fifteen hundred feet?
Frankly, it just seemed silly now.
He fell, wondering which of those fat bastards had bumped him — wondering what he’d see when his life finally flashed.
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