Creative Gatsby Piece

I see a feather outside the window. It floats low, moving randomly from the sidewalk to the grass. As it is just about to land on the road, a car passes by the feather and gives it a push to fly even higher. A couple more blasts of wind would send it into the clouds. The feather lingers in the sky, above the houses and the trees. The sun shines brightly and the birds chirp …

…as its splats on the sidewalk. It becomes unrecognizable in the mud, as if what once was drifting in the air could not be this repulsive object on the ground. Gatsby’s dream ends with his death. Wolfshiem, Daisy, and those who knew Gatsby decline to attend his funeral. Gatsby, once a wealthy and successful man, has become a corpse with little respect. The feather magically ascends to painfully fall victim of an unreachable goal.