Athane

Heather’s eyes slowly opened to the sight of a beautiful sunrise. The wind gently brushed through the trees and waves rose up onto the beach below. The sky was clear and the birds were signing all around. Heather’s vision took a moment to focus on the scene. She slowly came to her senses, fighting a sharp pain in her head. Her arms felt like they were on fire and her legs had fallen asleep. It was a serious effort to move from her resting place in the tree tops. She brought her numb hands to her chest and began trying to undo the harness to per parachute. Ropes were twisted among the branches; the canopy cut open and caught on the tree. He...