When pigs Fly

[Take off]
I stand on the edge, my posture a perfect ‘T’. With my arm span stretched out into the open, the cold swift breeze weaves itself through my solid fingers. I close my eyes inhaling and exhaling, meditating hypnotically.

I notice a dot heading my way. Closing the distance between us it grows large in shape. Able to analyse it in more detail, I see how perfect the brilliant pink thing is. Floating, hovering above clouds I connect its kind to a pig. A pig with no wings, Elevated in the sky? This is no hallucination. Its there, flying. Allowing the wind to stroke its short but silky fur like hairs. I glare at it, open mouthed. Admiring this once in a life time view. As it comes closer I detect, its staring right back at me! Travelling at 30MPH it focuses its sight on me? I blink in denial checking if I’m seeing right, but there’s no denying it. It winks at me. And as soon as it came, it zooms past me. Abandoning me to the present situation.

I hear my name being called and I peer back, wobbling, nearly loosing my balance. Nearly falling. Nearly loosing my life. There they are. All suited up. Men of the law. Disguised in black and white. One man is speaking into his walkiy talky thing. Another trying to sooth me with his false words. Fool me with his lies. Deceived with bogus hope of all my problems to cease. Broken promises. But I’m not buying it. I’m not as fragile, as gullible, as naïve as foolish as I seem.

I want to escape the hold life has of me. I want to break the firm yet breakable bond existence has had on me.

The crowd beneath me starts chanting. Swaying in swirls. “Jump. Jump. Jump.” Banging their fist vigorously in the air, coaxing me to jump. “Let’s see how far you bounce,” one screams above the others. Bellowing with laughter, they scream jeering me on. I see the look on the officers faces; shock, desperation… astonishment. I can read their thoughts across their foreheads, ‘How could people be so inhumane?’ I know. I agree. And it’s because of people like them why I’m about to jump. The police scream at the crowd. Ushering them to stop. They’re losing the battle between the serge of people and they know it. Ignoring the authorities the crowd raise their voices. Staggering forward the police try to reassure me of what doesn’t need to be reassured. Their desperate. Their saying anything because they know their times up. I take a final look at the doted faces beneath me. The glistering glee in their eyes. Making me aware of my audience. Entertaining them they grin. Thirsting to witness something extraordinary. Longing. Wishing. Desire. Even worse… Yearning. Hungering to see me go *splat*. And what can an entertainer do but entertain. So that’s exactly what I do. I give them what they want. I give them what I want.

And with that I jump. Soaring in the air. Escalating towards the clouds. Finally free.

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So this is biographical. Its base on a story I heard on the new. Some boy was about to kill himself and a crowd of people said exactly as what I wrote. In the end he did jump and is now dead. I don’t think the boy really saw a pig lol. I just wrote that because what the crowd did was out of order and years ago would have been un-thoughtable. In the past people may have said that something like that would only happen if pigs fly. Thus the title. I don’t know… I was quiet upset about it and right know I’m disappointed I didn’t have enough time to write more!!!

Oh well, life goes on… well not for him =[