by Katherine Napier
My body is so numb I can barely tell I'm awake when I see the house.
The satchel has hung from my neck all night, as if the fraying fibers were tied to my soul. When my parachute first caught this tree my arms instinctively grasped the bag to my chest, but now my arms are swollen and dangling from the harness, no longer able to help my neck bear the weight. What was 35 pounds might as well be a ton now that the sun is rising, but with the light comes hope. There is a house.
A man opens the front door, scans the morning sky and, just before he sees me, turns back into the house. He returns with what I am sure are binoculars and I know I will be saved. I try to call out, manage only a bird startling croak, and as I watch the man he watches the bird fly toward the day. He raises what I now see is a camera and captures this restless dawn at the moment I realize I have succeeded.
The words of the prophecy cry out in my head, and I know this is the man Jason. Soon, he will stumble upon his destiny as The One, and she shall live again.