Fall

I will jump when the bell tolls three, thought she, precariously perched on a window sill 25 floors above the ground. Little did she know that the clock's hour hand was struggling to inch ahead. The battery that powered its movement had drained. She waited and waited until sleep came and embraced her. In her sleep she floated down like a feather. Only to be woken up for a second before her skull smashed to smithereens on the pavement.