The Cliffs of Insanity

 

I stood on the cliff, barefoot and bikini-clad.

Glaring at the other kids until I was satisfied they wouldn’t push me, I peeked over the edge.

Sheer rock, straight down. Grey granite sinking into dull green water.

Two boulders with a small gap of ocean in between marked my destination.

I stepped back and blew out a breath. “That’s fucking high. Like, really high.”

“Yeah,” Jim backed away. “Ladies first.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“Nice,” I stared him down. “Wait. You’re not jumping, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine,” I threw my towel at him, sprinted, and jumped.

 

 

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

March 23, 2016 prompt: Adventure – In 99 words (no more, no less) tell about an adventure experienced or witnessed.

This week, the challenge was more of a flash nonfiction. I was 15 years old and the only girl of the group to jump. #truestory

I shamelessly stole this title from a line in The Princess Bride (one of my favorite movies).