I Can Fly
Joshua climbed the stairs. Some fresh air would do him a world of good. He walked to the edge of the building and sat down, dangling his legs over the side.
“If you wanted, you could fly.”
The disembodied voice startled him, only for a moment. “I was wondering when you would show.”
“How does it feel to have the world at your feet?”
“You mean on your shoulders.”
“What are you talking about? You decide who lives and dies.”
Joshua smirked at the wail of approaching sirens. “It seems my powers are limited. One got away.”
“You could fix that.”
“It’s too late.”
“Never, you’re a god!”
Joshua felt a lump in his pocket and with drew a syringe.
“That’s it. A little pick-me-up will do wonders for you.”
Red and blue lights flashed on the walls. “I don’t need to be cranked up.”
“You think more clearly when you are. It’ll be easier to find a way out.”
“There is no way out.” Joshua laid the syringe on the ledge. “The only thing I can do now is explain my work and hope people see the beauty in it.”
“How far did you get?”
Joshua closed his eyes and pictured the scene. “Blood dotted the walls and traced the grooves lines on the floor.” He inhaled. “I can still smell it. The blonde was bound with white cotton to the bed, her hair splayed across the white satin sheets. Had to be white to show the sharp contrasts, and the textures, cotton, satin, skin, and hair…” Joshua caressed the air.
“Shoot up… relive it.”
Joshua did as he was told.
“Tell me where it went wrong.”
“The brunette woke up early. I didn’t know until the door clicked shut behind her. By that time she was screaming her head off at the security guard making his rounds.”
“Bad luck.”
“This was going to be a masterpiece. The lighting was right, the colors were perfect, and no two women had better symmetry.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Fly.” Joshua jumped from the fifteen-story building.
