And so she fell. The motion was interrup-
ted by gravity’s will, announ-
cing its early arrival with a loud thump.

Just as if what was happening was the inevitable resolution to this one peculiar predicament, a thousand colored umbrellas popped open in her mind. The shield seemed precarious for the innumerable droplet-ideas that splattered all over. They crashed and splashed and wiggled in an unfruitful attempt of penetrating the barrier. One of the drops however, a particularly small and amorphous one if I may say, timidly found its way to an almost imperceptible opening between a purple and a red umbrella. After checking that no other droplets were following her path, she dived toe-first into the confines of the unexplored.


At the very first nanosecond of the descent, the seed of doubt was planted. What if there was another way? Insecurity, fear of rejection and anxiety automatically filled her thoughts.
Wait- her mind running at unconceivable speed- it is possible. This is what I should do of course…why didn’t I think of it before?

Its absofuckinglutely brilliant.
At that moment, as if it were a self-accomplished prophecy, she died.

She died.

Like ideas and drops do. Plastered, with the back flat on the floor, so that someone else can step al over them.