A Choice
He stands at the edge of the cliff, the exposed toes of his bare feet hanging out over the edge.
He visualizes the jump, feels the rush of the wind, hears its roar as he gives himself fully to the thrill of gravity’s pull, to the embrace of the jagged rocks below.
He sees the darkness.
Eternal peace.
Complete silence.
Oblivion’s beautiful nothingness.
He starts to lean forward, to set the end in motion.
He sees her face, a mask of sorrow, a single tear, and he draws back.
Turns away.
Love's pull is greater, it seems, than despair’s fire.
Brian, your 100 words grabbed me by the throat. That's was powerful.
ReplyDeleteI hope I didn't squeeze too hard...lol...
ReplyDeleteA desperate choice, for sure. An intense decision saved by the equally intense feeling of love.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece!
Grief is amazing. Excellent entry.
ReplyDeleteMy suspicion is that love might save more lives than we know.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations dude.
ReplyDeleteWow... good stuff!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lance.
ReplyDeleteThanks Big Mark, welcome!