On The Edge

FF Prompt 6

Her hair was wild in the wind. Like in a trance, she watched the waves crashing into the rocks below. Filled with envy, she wished she could be like the sea gulls. Beautiful creatures free from human demands. Then she saw herself swimming with the fish. All her pain washed away in the cold sea.

The only thing she felt now was the wind chilling her bones and her soul. She closed her eyes and began to feel the weight lifting from her heart. Stepping closer to the edge, she felt a small hand clutch her wrist.

“Don’t go, mama!”

Word Count: 100
© Josslyn Rae Turner
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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37 thoughts on “On The Edge

  1. Great job. I could imagine myself as the Mother, as I was reading. It is sad how we sometimes feel that way, and the things humans resort to when they feel hopeless. We just need that someone to tell us they need us, so we feel loved, and reevaluate our impulsive decisions

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  2. Whoa! Great last line. I feel for the child: knowing but not really knowing at the same time. I also feel for the mother: the child acts like her anchor which can be both a good and bad thing depending on your point of view. Nice story Josslyn. Well told.

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  3. Have to agree with all the others. Killer last line. Thank goodness children hold us back (though I think of The Hours and Julianne Moore’s character who managed to NOT leave her son behind physically but mentally….)

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