decided to make a break for it. He has not got far to go now. A few more quick steps and he will be at the edge. And he will continue to run scared. Running through midair, tumbling into the abyss. Moving his legs and arms as he plummets towards the ground. Plunging into oblivion. Crushing into the emptiness. Nose-diving into the darkness. Spiralling into the unknown. In the search of tranquillity. Listening to the whooshing sound of the wind and for a moment, a very brief moment, realising that this is the sound of freedom.
The others remained in the
village. They watched as the Little Man disappeared from the top of the cliff. They
have no idea what to do next. They all hate the situation, but they believe
that sacrificing one of their children every day will make it all better. But now
that the Little Man jumped, do they still need to sacrifice a child today? They
are running out as it is. There are no more teenagers, there are no more
children in the 5-12 age group, only a few toddlers remain. And if their
sacrifice will not suffice, the elderly will have to start jumping. With the
hope that the gods will listen and send the remaing few a new Mercedes and iPod to strengthen their social status.