Alive

An accountant of the beauty of life before death

I’m alive, oh my god… I’m so alive. The wind flew against my body, sending my arms backwards as we went. I am flying. Nothing in the world could touch me except the wind. My giant mess of blonde curls whipped in all directions sticking to my shiny, raspberry lip-gloss. The faster we went, the more the wind howled. My clothes stuck like stickers against my petite body. You turned your head around to stare at me as I become one with the world. In these moments, you thought I was the most beautiful. And to think that is how you will forever remember me. Free and alive with the wind and the world. Staring at me, you veered into the other lane. It wasn’t your fault but that car hit us. You didn’t die. It’s okay, the last moments of my life were beautiful.

Author's Note

One of the first pieces I wrote in my creative writing class and was actually proud of... It is a microfiction. Would just be curious to see what you guys think...

Reviews

[Chare]

Nice! It flipped the meaning that I was getting. I liked it!