Nature Plays No Favourites

On a Tuesday afternoon in mid-June at twenty-two minutes past three, for reasons best known to herself, Gravity took a brief time out. As her name would suggest, there was nothing intentionally ironic about it, but among the abundance of subsequently well-documented fantastical events, chiefly involving floating objects of animal/vegetable/mineral nature no longer invisibly tethered to this planet, and getting caught up in varying degrees of chaos, there was one incident which stood out to me, a student of cold fact versus hot possibility: that of an adrenaline junkie selfie-taker, who, at just after twenty-one minutes past three, lost his grip on the railings of a high rise intended as a spectacular backdrop, and plummeted seven seconds too early for the freak of nature to be of any benefit to him.
Anya Cates
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