The Edge

“If we die, we die.” Sarah spoke softly. “But first we truly live.”

There was a conviction in her voice, reminiscent of a priest. She had no proof, but didn’t need it. Did he?

James steadied himself and glanced again over the edge. Sarah squeezed his hand tighter.

She whispered in his ear, “If we die, we die. Together.”

James slipped through his wife’s embrace and took several steps back. Her red lips had already dropped into a frown. She now seemed to stare right through him.

But first we truly live.

James offered out his hand. “Please come with me.”


Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

4 thoughts on “The Edge”

  1. This reminds me of the motivational message about stepping into the unknown: either there’s a solid surface, or you’ll learn to fly. (Yeah, right.) James has the right idea: truly live for a while, then jump!

  2. I love how you pack so much story in such a tight space Jack. And I need to adopt that mantra – first we truly live.

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