Sunday, July 24, 2011


Yet another short short conceived in the shower. haha. Enjoy.

John took a deep breath as he stepped closer to the edge of the cliff. He pushed a small pebble off the end and stared apprehensively as it fell. A light summer wind blew by and he close his eyes. Good day to die. He mused, morbidly. John could feel his heart thumping loudly. He looked up at the sky and wished his wife was still with him. But she was already gone. She's waiting for you on the other side. The thought comforted him a little, even strengthened his resolve. He had to jump. He wanted -- no, needed to do it. Let it all go. The worries. The doubt. He needed to be free of it all. John took one last deep breath, closed his eyes again, and finally stepped over the edge. He felt the wind on his face and opened his eyes again. He wanted to take it all in, if only one time. The world, though rushing by him, seemed to slow down. Everything that had once weighed on his mind disappeared. A sense of peace had come over him. He was free. A tiny smirk appeared on his lips as he reached up and grabbed a small object on his shoulder. He pulled it and his descent slowed rapidly as the parachute shot out of his backpack. He slowly glided down to the target area where he was meant to land. A feeling of relief swept over him. Jane stood looking up at the figure that was slowly gliding down. She smiled, proud that her husband had conquered his fear of heights.


Naty said...

Another good one dude!

Heather said...

This is one of my favorites! You totally had me believing he was committing suicide. Excellent piece!