Flying Papers (short story)

Papers were flying, dancing with the wind and creating intrigue in the sky. White sheets with different texts swinging and slowly getting closer to the ground. 

People down there on the street were too busy, too gloomy and too serious. Some of them did not even notice what was happening in the sky. They were all totally obsessed by their thoughts, problems, feelings and deadlines. People were passing without even looking at each other and the street was full of complete strangers, who were all united by the same rhythm – the rhythm of the busy and stressful life. 

Papers were heading down with panic in their hearts. The streets were not clean after the recent rain and they were to meet the humidly dirty asphalt pretty soon… 

Unfortunately the grey asphalt was not the knight any of them had been dreaming of. The only thought that comforted them was the fact that all papers were headed there and none of them was the unique unlucky one. 

Each paper had a different final faith though. Some fell on the red roof of the open air cafe, some ended up in-between tree branches and others met the asphalt. 

The asphalt, tired from passers' footsteps and the recent rain was in no mood to greet them. That is why the papers met indifference and did not feel welcome. 

Papers which were lying on the street had different fate too. Some were stepped on by people; others were picked up by curious passers and later on thrown back. No one needed them since their content could not be understood. The words were clear, but their purpose and meaning was uncertain…

 On the roof of the high building there was a young woman desperately trying to collect A4 papers, which the wind stole from her and now was tossing to different directions. 

While she was picking up some papers the others were falling from her hands, as to the ones which flew away – for her they were irreversibly lost. 

The young woman did not want to give up, although she knew that life will never be complete and entirely in her hands. 

The uncontrollable papers were perfectly illustrating that fact…