Let Us Fly
(in honour of the great and forever David Bowie)
In a hospital, somewhere in the city that never sleeps, a young old man lay quietly. He wasn't sleeping, although one might have been forgiven for thinking so. After all, his eyes were closed and his breathing peaceful; but no, he was not sleeping. Not this close to the end. He knew it was coming, could feel it in his bones and in the tips of his fingers, and he didn't want to miss a second of the time he had left.
"So, are you finally ready to take me up on my offer?" a smooth, cultured voice, not so different from his own, spoke up from where he knew the window of his hospital room stood cracked just the smallest bit to let in the fresh air - or as fresh as it got here in the middle of the city. He didn't mind the scents of petrol and cooking...the smells of life...he'd told the nurses it made him feel more alive, and the nurses would do anything for him.
"A little early aren't you?" he a