This draft has been sitting in my sandbox for about a month. I know what I wanted to do with it but just haven’t had the time. If I get a chance to finish it, I’ll make it a sequel to this piece.

Are these the actual words you want to use, verbatim? Maybe there’s a subconscious glitch causing you to push it aside?

“It took me a little while to realize that my feet no longer reached the ground.” may not make sense, depending on the context. “My feet no longer touched the ground” may be better?

32^2: I think the wording may be intentional, as his title is worded more along the lines of what you’re suggesting.

August 2nd: For whatever reason this seems like an epiphany i’d have while getting high in a treehouse – although i’m sure that’s not where you’re going with this.

@32: Verbatim, yes. Glitch, no; busy, very.
@mark: Correct that that isn’t where I was going to take this.

I think we all know that as we progress into old age, we tend to get shorter. Most people are sensible enough to do it such that the top of the head gets closer to the ground. The protagonist of this story will find that he/she is doing it t’other way ’round.

For what it’s worth, even though I am among the older members of Ficly, I have not reached this stage yet.

I think I like this on its own. It’s a pretty little one liner.

This would made an excellent “Finish This” challenge too.

@Mark, I totally missed that, Apologies August.

I read things coming from so many different directions, I don’t know if this is good or bad, but it’s how my brain works, like brainstorming.

The line, for me, can read happy, like “I ran so fast my feet didn’t reach (touch) the ground.”

As for aging, due to skeletal changes people do shrink. However, the line would work great too for a person who is in a wheelchair, their feet resting on footrests, not touching the ground anymore. So one doesn’t have to be old to share this same sensation.

When I first read the line, the image was of restraint, like a person hanging from a noose, taking their last breath and imagined the story between this persons final inhale and exhale. I know, morbid, but an angle .

@32: No apologies are required.

Posting this little fragment has been a really interesting experience. I jotted the line down more as a reminder about the story I wanted to write. I hadn’t taken any time at all to run through all of the possible directions that this could spin off in. Perhaps I’ll write all of them.

The phrase “hanging from a noose” instantly brought to mind yet another direction in which the fragment could be taken. However, I think that Wile E. Coyote is a trademarked character. ;-)))

Wile E Coyote, spacewalks, gallows, falling in head-over-heels in love, waltzing (ie dancing), death, being thrown by fist or explosion, paralyzed, new shoes, ect… just so many possiblities, I can see where this one sentence sticks in your head, yet cannot form a ficly on its own.

I find that some ideas that stick with me are not suitiable for ficlys restraints.