Over the Edge
from "Salterlo" (Claudia Gomez) and "Bounce" (TFK)
Should I jump?
I curl my toes over the edge of the precipice. The throbbing roar from below vibrates over my skin and forces my heartbeat into a frantic rhythm.
“Better choose quick.” Sara says. Her hand squeezes mine and then she is gone, wild red hair and ripped jeans vanishing over the brink. I don’t watch her fall. For just a moment, I hate her and want her to be fatally wrong. But white heat is searing the back of my shoulders and sirens are becoming audible again over the persistent roar. I wish I had Sara’s faith. I wish I wasn’t the only coward still standing at the edge.
Sweat drips down my back. The monster I know or the monster I don’t know? Definite loss of freedom or possible loss of life? Somewhere in the back of my mind, Boswell laughs and the choice becomes easy.
I hold my breath. And jump.
