Nobody, not even Steve, could tell you why he had sat exactly where he did. Maybe it was the element of danger, or maybe it was the mixture of the freedoms of the atmosphere. Air and water in proximity gave an excellent combination of watching cloud formations.

Relaxing in that undisturbed place, Steve got the bird’s-eye view of what everyone was doing. He could jump right now and end the cycle of breathing, but the sheer beauty kept him rooted to the spot. That, and he didn’t want to end the combination of life.

I wrote this inspired by this week’s fandango’s flash fiction challenge and MMA Storytime