The Demise of Man

Demise of Man

Spoonicus

         The cool wind sent a shiver down the man's spine as he looked down from the highest point of the building. Over two-hundred feet down into the busy street. That is where this man intended to go. Straight down, to end his cursed existence, which, to most people, seemed like a perfectly good existence. The man's name is not important. What is important is the fact that he is the most important person in the world, who at this particular time, is about to leap off a rather tall building and become just another dead thing.

         The fact that this man is, soon to be was, the most important man in the world was also not very important. In fact, his importance has absolutely nothing to do with the phenomenons that are about to happen just seconds before he hurls himself over the edge of a medium sized safety fence which surrounds the top of the building.

         By strange coincidence, the moment before this nameless, and pretty much unimportant, man hits the bustling sidewalk he disappears. Blinked out of his perfectly decent existence. There was no amazing poof or blinding light. He just didn't