He fell off the catwalk, and for a moment he could see far below the astonished face of a woman walking her spotted dog. Then he felt the sudden rush of air, and he was lifted on the wings of angels. Yes! He could fly. But it was Paul grabbing his hand, and Jose reaching for him too. It’s okay, we got you buddy. The sky was cloudless blue. He looked down again at the people, and the traffic in the street. So far to fall. But he had felt the angels. The woman was gone.
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