Not to Blame

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It’ll be my turn to jump soon.  I’ll actually be pushed out but it’s all the same, really.  We have our orders and we’ll be airborne soon.  I can’t wait.  It’s what I’ve been looking forward to my whole life!

I remember our leader saying how the people below need relief and we’re the ones chosen to give it.  My Mom would be so proud if we’d ever known each other.  That sounds weird.  It feels weird to say.  It’s just weird so deal with it.  It’ll all be over soon enough.  None of us will be the same after this.

I feel the squeeze and those below me start to fall and take flight.  Can you call it flight?  We’re free falling.  If a gust of wind moves me sideways it isn’t flight.  I have no control.

I have no choice.

I’ve been told I’m lined-up perfectly but what do I know?  This is my first time.

The air hits my face and it’s a rush!  I’m hurtling towards Earth with countless thousands ahead of me and even more behind me.  I’m hit by the guy next to me.  For a second, we are one.  Too many of us in the air.  How many did they send?

This is crazy.

I can barely see the ground below because of all the traffic.  I try not to think of the horror stories.  Hitting the ground at terminal velocity and splattering all over the place is not my idea of fun.  Again, what choice do I have.  The people need us.

My God we’re moving fast!

I see the reservoir below.  I’m going to splash down nice and soft.  How many of us are there?  Looking left, I see thousands of us.  Looking right I see the same.  Below I notice where some have missed the reservoir.  The hillside is wet with them and it makes me woozy.

Focus…must focus

I splash down in the reservoir.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought.  Everyone landing around me is deafening.  I can’t hear.  Are there instructions?  They must have been sending more than I thought.  There are lots of us here.  We’re literally swimming in ourselves and they just keep coming.

We’ve got to get out of the reservoir!  We’re going to drown in a sea of ourselves.  Someone lands on my head and pushes me under.

A loud creaking fills the air.

What’s that noise?

SPLASH – more land around me.

Creeeak – what’s that damned noise?

SPLASH – we’ve got to get out of here!

The creaks become groans and the dam breaks.  We spill-out and are washed down the ravine picking-up our comrades who missed the reservoir.  It doesn’t matter anyway.

The village ahead has no idea we’re coming.

I am but a single raindrop.

I am not to blame for the flood.


Inspired by the Promted fun over at TipsyLIT – You should really check them out!

This week’s prompt: write a story that expresses, in some way, pent up emotions.
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Not to Blame — 5 Comments

  1. Quite enjoyed the story, knew there was a twist but actually didn’t figure it out. One tiny technical thing, “proud if I’d we’d ever known “, wasn’t sure if you wanted both the “I’d” and the “we’d” together?

  2. I love this! Water is always a quick way to my heart anyway 🙂 The twist was sweet and explained the not knowing the mother part. I was also trying to figure out why someone would be jumping without a parachute and how so many thousands could have been up in a drop plane at the same time. Very nicely done.

    • Thanks Wendy! It was so much fun to write and I’m glad you enjoyed it 😀 The prompt made me think of an emotional dam bursting…then I just jumped to an actual dam….probably full of dam fish (gotta love Cousin Eddie)

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