He danced on the rooftop. Music soared from speakers dragged up from his apartment, lifting his spirit, lifting his body. He leapt and spun, balletic, graceful. Sunlight sparkled on the river, glinted from windows, dazzled his eyes. Still he danced. Tears slid unheeded down his cheeks.
In the city, bodies lay in the streets, stinking in the heat. Rats and seagulls feasted. The source of the plague no longer mattered. Treatment, vaccinations no longer mattered. Humankind no longer mattered. So few survived.
The parapet drew near. He cried aloud and leapt once more. Up and over. And down.
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Edited on Aug 8 to switch paragraphs 1 and 2. I like this version better.
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