His parachute wouldn't open. When the ripcord came away in his hand, he had forced himself not to panic just yet. There was a back-up.
He yanked on the second cord and that came away in his hand as well. He stared at the bright yellow cord, both ends flapping in the wind.
He was approaching terminal velocity, he knew.
The flesh was rippling on his face and his hair was being dragged out of his scalp and his eyes were forced open, tears flying into the empty sky.
Earth was so very, very far below. At this height, even landing in a swimming pool or a giant marshmallow wouldn't save him. He'd splatter on impact like an egg dropped from the C