A Tragedy of Tardiness

Wind whistled through the Doctor’s wispy white hair. The sense of release flooded through him, filling him with the ecstasy of liberation. One, last, deep intake of air…

He jumps.

In this one most of almost weightless freedom, Dr. Rackenbach knew that he had made the right choice. Mere fragments of a second passed as he fell ten storeys from the 40th floor balcony, and in that blink of an eye he was able to look over his entire life. To say it flashed before him would be a trite cliché, but the fact is that the more defining instances  of his existence did indeed appear; his award-winning contributions to the fields of anatomical physics, bio-chemistry and neurology, his illicit second career as infamous pornographer ‘Doc Tianay’, his eventual exposure at the hands of the media and the subsequent public revelations regarding his obsession with discovering and avancing the ‘perfect’ body-shape ratios…

Inconceivably, this millisecond of reverie was made even more brief by the interruption of a ringing telephone. The disgraced Doctor caught the sound for only the most fleeting of moments, but he grasped its significance immediately and his mood fell with him; avuncular attorney William Bailey had promised to call if there were any chance that Rackenbach may be able to salvage his reputation. The lawyer held out hope for an opportunity in cosmetic surgery, or a government contract, or some military application…but the Doctor had gloomily presumed that his irrepressible and, not to put too fine a point on it, incompetent legal advisor was merely attempting to look on the bright side (as was his wont).

Only now, having passed his corner office on the 28th floor, speeding towards the ground with what must have been approaching terminal velocity, did Dr. Rackenbach aka Doc Tianay realise just what a fool he had been.

His last gesture was to shudder at the thought of what the pavement would do to his body ratio.

Solidarity, brothers & sisters…

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About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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