11:29. The hands froze on the worn-out timepiece as he tucked it back into the pocket of his slacks. Time to get to work. In one smooth step, he bounded onto the railing of the rooftop he was lounging on, and jumped off.
The wind caught his unfurled wings and torpedoed him to the heights of the skyscrapers, a dark flying figure that could’ve been a wayward bird to anyone peeking out their windows. The adrenaline of the wind, there was nothing like it.
When he heard the sirens and the screams, he knew he’d arrived. Landing on the roof of a nearby apartment building that overlooked the car crash, he waited. It always took a moment for the souls to realize their bodies were dead.
Eventually, the soul floated out like a shimmering breath being exhaled slowly, confusion clouding its flickering face. A snap of his fingers and it fell asleep. Transporting souls were a lot easier when they weren’t asking him questions.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. Word count: 165.
This story is also a stand-alone prequel to The Halfway Point.
Credit for the beautiful featured photo goes to Greg Rakozy.