He started out from the platform with trepidation...the balance bar grasped tightly in his hands...knuckles showing white against his suntanned skin.

He stepped gingerly with his left foot and tested the wire, feeling its sway as he transferred his balance from his toes towards his heel.Knees flexing and his center of gravity lowered, he swung his right foot forward and felt the rope beneath him give .
Flames licked up towards him with eager anticipation, yet he paid them no heed.
Focused on the razor thin line before him, he began to walk as if he hadn't a care in the world... but the tightness of his jaw betrayed his calm manner.
The crowd cheered, and then went quiet as the moment deepened.
Sweat trickled a thin line from his forehead to his chin. He paused and shook it off, eyes glancing down as the droplet fell.

The momentary lapse in concentration was all it took...
visions of her rushed into his mind.
She was standing there at the sink, casually wiping water from a freshly washed supper dish. Laughing...she was always smiling and laughing so pleastantly when she looked at him.
He went to her to hold her in his arms as he had longed to do for so long now.
She was reaching for him now, and her lips parted in anticipation of the kiss.
But the heat from the stove was ever increasing. At first, he had thought that it was just the heat of emotion, but it began to burn.
The crowd roared with twisted delight as the tightrope man hurdled screaming into the awaiting flames of his demise!

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