Bankruptcy. Part One.

For those of you following my blog, this is another installment of the fictional story. Enjoy.

Kate sat at her kitchen table with her head in her hands . She ran her hand through her hair, then began clutching fistfuls of hair and pulling hard until tears started forming in the corner of her eyes and even then, she kept pulling; she pulled and pulled until she felt a clump of hair separate from her head. She dropped her fists to the table and threw the strands

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across the piles of papers and receipts. "Arghhhhh!" Kate screamed at the top of her lungs and slammed her fist on the table and kept pounding and pounding, scattering the paper to the floor.

Kate stood up suddenly and knocked her chair back. She grabbed her glass of red wine from the counter and went out to the balcony. She took a long sip of her drink and went to the railing and leaned over. From the 30th floor, the people down on the street looked like tiny speaks, like little porcelain dolls that Kate could pick up and throw against the wall. Kate closed her eyes and thought of the comforting sound the the shards of porcelain would make as it hit the wall and the

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kaleidoscope design the pieces would make as it shattered to the floor.

A displaced smile crept across Kate's face as she set her wine glass on the table and climbed up on the adjoining chair. She reached down for her cigarettes on the table and lit one. Standing on top of the chair, Kate closed her eyes and sucked hard on the end of her cigarette , then deeply exhaled the smoke. She swayed back and forth and wondered what it would be like to fall; just free fall from the 30th floor.

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She wondered if she would be faced down as she fell and if she would she keep her eyes open until the very end. Kate thought that if her face was towards the sky she would have one last chance to see shapes and patterns in the clouds before she hit the ground. She thought that would be a nice last image to have. Kate wondered if there would be enough time to do a flip in the air, or if she would fall too fast.

Kate leaned forward with her arms outstretched, imagining the fall, but then she lost her balance and felt herself being hurled towards the railing.