My Fall – Johanna Miklós
1000 word Literary Fiction
When the narrator has a nasty fall, who will be the” friend in deed?”
This morning, I left my top floor studio, locked the door, side-stepped the ladder to the servants’ quarters in the attic, and fell. As I lost contact with the fourth floor landing beneath my feet, I wondered what the dickens I had just tripped over. I flashed a glimpse of the culprit at my involuntary head-over-heels. I had tripped over a large cup. Alas! Instead of ending on the third floor, my descent continued. During my second heart-pounding cartwheel, I caught another look and revised my first impression: not a cup – more like a shiny vase.