An enjoyable read. Around here, all the ice cream parlors close for the winter, so I guess I'll just sit in the parking lot and if anyone asks if I need something I'll answer, “Nope. Guess I’ll just wait for Spring.”
I doubt it. The point of these microscopic stories is that they last for 100 words and that's it. So the most I can hope from them is a quick grin or thought and the reader moves on. This one depends a lot on irony, I suppose.
I suspect we've all had experiences like this, TJ. But this one came at a time when I was really looking for something to write about. Hence the "heaven" comment. ;)
I told you that I can’t stand heights, that my will faints when on the edge, and my body longs to fling itself into the abyss. You never listen, do you, and you didn’t this time either.
And still you push me right to the highest point, where the awareness of the void at my feet calls to me whether my eyes are open or not. “Don’t look down,” you say, as though that makes a difference.
So it’s no wonder that I am seized by vertigo and, in clutching at your support, I sent you spinning to your death.
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