My flight was late, teetering on the edge between life and death. I closed my eyes and considered existence, suspended in this space. My toes hooked on cold brick as I clung facing the abyss. I couldn’t jump. Held fast by the wings of night, I just couldn’t take flight.
About: This piece was my final submission in the YeahWrite Super Challenge #18 where all work had to begin with the prompt “My flight was late.” Additionally, each submission had to be exactly 50 words. I was disqualified for changing the the period after the prompt to a comma.