Ronny was falling. He had a parachute on his back. He loved parachuting. He was going to pull the string quite soon, he just wanted to feel the wind in his face and the sensation of flying a little longer.
What the…. Something was talking to him. Just beside his head.
Hey! You! Yes, you!
Who… what…. Who… There really could not be anyone there, he was ten thousand feet up.
You’re fallin’, aren’t you! Said the strange voice with genuine interest.
Where are you?
Right beside you, said the voice. Under you. Even inside you, really!
You are…. Air? Ronny almost had to laugh. This was just silly.
Bingo! I’m what making your clothes move so funnily right now, my friend. Air is the name. At your service!
But how come you talk? I never heard you talk before?
That’s because you didn’t listen. I’m quite a talker really. I shout when the storms throw your boats around, I whisper when the wind makes the leaves move in the trees…
This had to be the biggest discovery in history. But would anyone believe him? This could be his great chance, but he needed proof. Air kept chatting away.
…I even talk on a silent summer day, if you just listened close enough. I talk a lot! Just ask Earth. There he comes. Hey, Earth! Tell hi…
Tell him what? Asked Earth. Air was looking at the broken body on the ground.
Nothing. Never mind.
Earth looked at the stain on his skin, frowning in disgust and annoyance.
You talk too much, you know that?
Thanks, but it’s too late now. He can’t hear you.