Collision Course

Pic from J. Bowman
Screaming down the zipline, colors blurring together; like paint on a child’s masterpiece.
Jungle sounds surround me, masked by the wild pounding of my heart and wind rushing past my ears.
Suddenly he’s there, eyes wide.
We’re going to collide.
Time freezes; movement only in slow-motion.
My mind shrieks; my mouth utters but a whisper.
Or maybe I cried out in sheer terror.
Gratefully, only he and I will ever know.
But, as abruptly as he appeared, he’s gone.
Silently slipping away, deep into the tangle of green and humidity.
An experience he won’t remember.
An experience I won’t forget.
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