Written for mini-challenge topic: cliff (150-250 words)
My legs trembled, there on the edge of the cliff. The vast expanse before me reached out to swallow me up. I resisted.
I was not ready to face my fears.
For a time I stood. Fighting. The firm ground and my common sense struggled against the freedom of that space. Empty space, free of burdens.
The thought of my “friends” waiting back home weighed into the war. It was the thought of their taunts, smirks, that pushed me down, over the edge. The space won.
The fear was there as I fell. But even more, I felt freedom, elation. Wind whipped by. I was freefalling.
The ground drew near. The end drew near.
Then the wind caught my sails. It tugged. Gravity resisted. Once again a fight ensued. Fear yanked at me. But this time the wind won, pushing under my glider, lifting me, holding me.
Then it was over. I had done it. I had braved my first hang gliding jump.
Amy, this must have been what my daughter felt when she parachuted a few months back. An experience of a life-time, she said. She also realized she never felt closer to God than that moment her second foot stepped out that door.
Whoa Amy! You had me going you stinker! I thought - 'Oh no, not the typical suicide thing - how boring!' ;)
But I should have known since you wrote it. :)
What a whopper of an article at 163 words! :)
Congratulations on a most good one! Loved it! :) :)
