The small man

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.