He glanced at his watch impatiently and sighed, the blood rushing to his head. The ground was so far below that he couldn’t be sure if the moving form was a bear or a buffalo. Though, hanging upside down from the cliff for the last hour could have made him become delusional. His tangled parachute was holding strong, preventing him from falling to his death. It never shifted even when he tried to do a sit-up and get some blood back in his legs.
“Thank god for my abs,” he whispers to the wind. He glances at his watch again. “I hope somebody shows up soon.”
At least he wasn’t bored. The blazing sky above him has been shifting and moving enough to hold his attention. A choking cloud passes over him, causing him to cough and swing in the air. He waves the cloud away, marveling at how low to the ground he is. Peering down, he can see long, snaking clouds rising from the red sky.
“Somebody better rescue me soon,” he growls, pulling out a cereal bar to eat. “I shot that flare up so long ago. How could nobody see it?”
A gust of wind swings him and his grip on the cereal bar is lost. It falls into the fiery sky . . . fiery sky?
“Crap,” the man hisses when he realizes he shot the flare into the ground. The brilliant sky that has kept him entertained for so long is actually a raging forest fire. “Maybe it’s best that I stay up here.”