I was talking to a friend and the boy fell out of the sky.

The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith. Page 3.

“Isabel Dalhousie saw the young man fall from the edge of the upper circle, from the gods. His flight was so sudden and short, and it was for less than a second that she saw him, hair tousled, upside down, his shirt and jacket up around his chest so that his midriff was exposed. And then, striking the edge of the grand circle, he disappeared headfirst towards the stalls below.

Her first thought, curiously, was of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mus%C3%A9e_des_Beaux_Arts_(poem)
on the fall of Icarus. Such events, said Auden, occur against a background of people going about their ordinary business. They do not look up and see the boy falling from the sky. I was talking to a friend, she thought. I was talking to a friend and the boy fell out of the sky.