Here’s another short story that I submitted to The Write Practice. This one was on the post announcing the “Show Off” writing contest: The Love Story Edition. This isn’t exactly a love story, though love is involved in it (and I know this will cross some of your minds, so yes, it is partially autobiographical). I also submitted it late, so I had no chance of winning the contest, but I decided to put it out there anyway. Let me know what you think of it.
Mike sat on the edge of the cliff. He could feel the cold roughness of the granite beneath him. This was his favourite thinking place. Peaceful. A beautiful view across the wooded valley. The sun was just setting, painting the sky and clouds fiery colours. But his attention was not on the sunset today.
His eye was drawn to the jagged rocks far below, at the base of the cliff. He contemplated how it would only take one quick lunge forward and it would be over in seconds. No more pain. Not even from the impact. It would be so fast his brain would not register any pain. The easy way out. The selfish way. But that wouldn’t be fair to the kids. They had done nothing to deserve this. Continue reading