Fly High, Kid
Trapped in a suffocating life, Adrian finds himself repeatedly drawn to the edge of the parapet. But each time, something pulls him back. When a mysterious man appears, offering a pack of cigarettes and a cryptic invitation to "Fly high, kid," Adrian's world takes an unexpected turn. Is this the escape he's been searching for, or a different kind of precipice?
The biting wind whipped around you as you stood on the edge of the parapet, the familiar urge to jump churning in your gut. Fifty-seventh time, and still you hesitated. Ant-like figures bustled below, oblivious. A sudden voice cut through your thoughts.
"What'chu doing?"
You whipped your head around, nearly losing your balance. A man, cigarette smoke curling from his lips, stood there, his gaze cool and devoid of panic.
"What? You tryna be Superman? Or a bird?" He smirked.
Gritting your teeth, you bit back, "Yeah, yeah. Imma test my flight skills now. Fuck off, won't ya?"
He shuffled closer, leaning on the wall beside you. "Fly high, kid."
