Step Away.

 

Step Away.

I looked straight ahead. All I could see were the leaves whispering in the trees at the bottom of the ravine. His shadow lumbered into my peripheral. I felt the heat of his body as he eased closer. His toes grazed the edge with mine, causing the soil to melt away in tumbling crumbs.

“I always knew you would come here,” he said.

“I know” I replied. “When you step out it’s like flying.”

“I know” he replied.

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    1. Donna-Louise Bishop says: Reply

      It’s every fortnight now 🙂

      1. Andy says: Reply

        Perfect. I completely lost track of when the prompt was posted (and was clearly too lazy to look). Thanks.

    2. Not late at all, the same cannot be said for me however… I shall hurry on over to you now.

      1. Andy says: Reply

        Someone has been having too much fun recently.

        1. You can never have too much fun.

  1. […] This is a fictional response to the prompt: edge. […]

  2. […] Written for Literary Lion. Prompt: Edge. […]

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  4. Donna-Louise Bishop says: Reply

    I think your piece inspired me to be honest Laura! Thanks for the great read.

    1. Thank you Donna! 🙂

  5. I must be losing my brain cells because I couldn’t understand this in the first go. I reread this and I was like wow.

    Great post Laura!

    1. Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment and not that I wasn’t conveying it very well… I think, haha 🙂

  6. There is something about this that is all too familiar and inviting in its very haunted way.

    My very belated contribution can be found here: http://wp.me/p3LEiB-9M

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