Short Prose
Slippery Ice
One of her favorite pastimes during the winter months is to sit out on the balcony and watch people fall down on the ice.
Some people simply lose their equilibriums. Their arms shoot out to counterbalance, and their feet remain beneath them. At this she lets out a sigh, not of relief, but of regret that they didn't fall.
Other people fall down. Their arms and legs flail uselessly in the air and they land hard on knee, hip, or butt. At this she lets out a hearty chuckle, amused.
There came a day when someone simply flat fuck fell. She was smiling before he even hit the ground. She was smiling at the look on his face as he went down. That look of someone who has perceived his doom yet is powerless to prevent it. She was bent over double laughing hysterically when the ambulance came.