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Incredible |
| Written by Egoist | |
| Tuesday, 05 February 2008 | |
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Share it:      It was her body, which cracked. She leaped from the cliff in such an awkward moment. There was no warning, there was no crying, she just flew off into the sky.
Of course I was there. I was the one to have the last conversation with her.
We were at her dream place. In the desert about twenty-five miles away from any civilization. She was mesmerized, and I loved it. She wore a dress with no hat or shoes. I drove out with her in my rusty car. We were so vulnerable with no weapons, a pretty woman, and a young man standing at the edge of a cliff. It was her who wanted to come here. The sky changed its shades of blue with each ray of sun to switch behind the clouds. There weren’t many clouds; there were only six. Her dress was a summer dress even though it was winter. Somewhere in the world the snow was thawing outside people’s windows, but it was warm enough here to believe that. She stood carefully holding her hair back from tapping her face. The wind scared me, it was too windy for her to stand there. She smiled as she watched out to the entire world, never looking down the cliff. At times I caught myself smiling at her reactions rather than showing my fear. In the worst way. It was discovered that her bracelet had slipped from her fragile hand and fell to the ground 200 feet below. That was the first time she looked down. She then acknowledged why I feared her moves near the edge. I waited for her to cry, being that her favorite bracelet. She followed the bracelet’s glide to the bottom with her eyes. She kept them wide open. Her smile retrieved her face again as she saw the bottom. She glistened, “Now how, can I get that back?” I was three feet from the car and about to say we could drive. She jutted her head up, letting go off her hair, to see the cliff between the ledges. She smiled, “I wonder if I could make it.” She backed up quite a way then looked towards me as I responded, “You’re not going to jump that?” I seemed quite calm. She said, “I was thinking about it. Do you think I could make it?” I jumped from my position, “No! Don’t even attempt it.”
She started her dash; I tried to jump fast enough to follow. She ran to the edge then immediately stopped in a sarcastic manner. She smiled some more, “I wouldn’t make it.”
Sunset arrived and we spent mainly the rest of our life for that day standing at that ledge. I lay on my car, as she stood in front of the gap, staring all over the place. The moon was visible, she looked up to it. She wonders if she’ll ever make it tonight. My reaction was in the form of a statement, “Don’t go on the other side.” She must’ve turned to look at me in order to say, “But that’s where the fun is.”
I leaned up on my car, and she was gone. Her footprints could be seen in the direction I was in. Her toes reminded me of pearls. She left quietly and unexpected, and this time, I didn’t have a chance to save her. I couldn’t bear to see her body. I got into my car, and drove into the sunset.
She finally retrieved her bracelet. Copyright 2008 Egoist |
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