Balanced on the line, he told her again, "Put it down!"
"No!" she screamed, spittle frothing at her lips. She waved the knife menacingly towards the rubber coated power line.
"You don't have to do this," he said. "Let's just be reasonable about things."
"Reasonable? When have you ever been reasonable? What's reasonable about quitting your job and becoming a tightrope walker?! You've wasted all our money chasing this stupid dream!"
Down below the crowd gazed up expectantly, silently. Sweat dripped down from his face, gliding noiselessly past his shirt, pant legs and feet, drifting in the air currents down the throat of a four-year-old boy who immediately started coughing.

She swung the knife in a clean semi-circle slicing through the cable. It went black. She screamed.

Then a moment's silence, followed by a thud, and the rush of feet.


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Balanced on the line, he told her again, "Put it down!"
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