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High Wire
by Jimmy Hicks October 31st. One of our favorite days and the perfect time for our performer to come out. We hear the door to his balcony open, and we know he is ready to begin. This has become an almost daily ritual for him, and as he approaches the railing, we can see acceptance in his expression. Perhaps even determination. Today is the day he joins us in our world; he feels it too. He steps onto the railing and inhales deeply, no doubt contemplating the euphoria, freedom, and release that would punctuate the fall. Despite the cloudy nature of this day, a few rays of sun manage to poke through and shine on our performer. A spotlight dawns on him as he looks down to his safety net of asphalt and cars. Our eyes are upon him, and we hold our collective breaths as he balances on his tightrope between realms. Instead of a drum roll, we hear ringing from his apartment. A phone call, reminding him of obligations elsewhere. He steps off his hallowed ground between worlds and reenters the one that has so often brought him before us. A moralist might denounce us for being disappointed, but we had come here to witness a spectacular transition of a soul. At this point we can do nothing but apologize to our eager audience. Our act chickened out, we apologize for any inconvenience, show's over folks, no refunds. |
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