A Dream of Open Air
By Mike Pollock
(October 2017 Micro-fiction entry at SFFworld.com)
The rocky outcropping felt foreign and he hastily leapt into the air. Feathered wings unfolded behind him and Icarus soared into the sky.
The summer warmth quickly became a blaze of heat, and cries of elation twisted into horrible screams of doom.
***
“Jumper got any I.D.?” Carl asked, hands full of entrails.
“Nope, another John Doe.” Dorian was scribbling in his Collections notebook. Thirteenth jumper this month, and it was only getting worse.
“I bet he was on Dream. Heard that shit will show you heaven.”
“Yea, maybe four and a half seconds worth. Then you’re just Department property.”
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