Wow, another not-creepy short story. That makes a grand total of two not-creepy stories! You should be proud of me.
Lucy looked down at her feet. Her polished Mary Janes stood
on the very edge of the line between solid earth, and nothing but air. The
cliff was impossibly high. Its edge descended into a mass of clouds, too thick
to see through to the bottom. If there even was a bottom. Dark strands of her
hair whipped forward in the wind, like they were pulling her towards the edge.
She spread her arms wide and let the wind push against her back. She could
almost pretend she was flying.
Footsteps crunched from behind and she turned her head to see
Ben walking towards her. He stood next to her, lining up his shoes with hers,
against that same line between something and nothing.
“You gonna jump?” he asked, not quite looking at her.
“I might,” Lucy replied.
They stood like that, together on the cliff for what seemed
like hours before Ben finally said, “I’d miss you. I mean, at least a little.”
Another eternity of silence passed.
“Come on, let’s go back home,” Ben said, tugging at Lucy’s
hand. Taking one last glance at the swirling clouds below, she followed him
back to the village.
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