Jumper (90 words)

Lewis felt strangely peaceful, almost blissful in the final moments. In eerie silence the wind wrapped his body in her invisible blanket; peeling his lips back in an intimate kiss and folding his cheeks like a Shar-Pei’s face. He surrendered willingly, exulting as he spread his arms to embrace her. Below, the upturned gawking cartoon faces, a voyeur’s gallery of fools, expanded in his vision field like an image zoomed in a telephoto lens. In the grand scheme of things, Lewis had just one regret. He should have jumped sooner.