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