They where struggling.
Handling the para-gliders seemed difficult enough, now try freeing the man from the bed straps. Their movements were getting nervous, then desperate. Soon, reluctantly, they had to let go. The bed crashed without a sound at the base of the tower, the man torn to pieces.
The two men were escaping, clumsy flying insects in a burning sky.
All in a few seconds…
“Madness”, she was sobbing. “and now he’s dead!”
The disc stopped quietly. She stood up and started running, heading for the remains of the bed.
“I need to save the bones…”
She seemed possessed.
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