The Falling Man

by Autumn Royal

It wasn’t until he fell off the roof that she saw him for what he really was.

The ladder refused to hold him and gravity pulled his strings to the ground. She understood how this felt, over and over and more and more, until he raised his head and accused her of delaying the ambulance.

She watched as his secret vulnerabilities, trapped too long, too deep in the bone, leaked from the shattered shoulder blade. So, fathers do bleed after all, just as she did for the first time last Thursday afternoon.

She was now a woman and her father, a falling man.

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Autumn Royal writes poetry and short stories. She lives in Torquay, but prefers to call it Fishtown.

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  1. #1 by Sam Cooney (@samuelcooney) on August 19, 2011 - 12:23 am

    this is great, Autumn.

  2. #2 by Sonia Lal on August 19, 2011 - 12:53 am

    That’s great, the moment we realize our parents are only human.

  3. #3 by Lily Mae Martin on August 19, 2011 - 1:14 pm

    Lovely.

  4. #4 by Varia Karipoff (@VariaKaripoff) on August 25, 2011 - 2:43 am

    beautiful writing

  5. #5 by Rafael S.W on September 23, 2011 - 7:12 am

    Ah Autumn, you are wonderful. You have used the line length to great effect, and I am especially fond of this one
    “She understood how this felt, over and over and more and more, until he raised his head and accused her of delaying the ambulance.”

    R

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