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June 03, 2005

Andy: 9.8

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He stands, warmed by the sun, on the edge of a cliff, azure waters rippling below. He breathes in, outstretches his arms, and steadies himself against the buffeting breeze. Breathes out.

He bends his knees, potential energy building across his legs, and releases, launching himself into open air. He leans back, carving an elegant arc as he rotates through space. Falling, accelerating, he transitions to vertical perfection. With the most minor disturbance, he slips beneath the waves. The crowd cheers.

He opens his eyes.

Takes a breath.

Steps from the ledge and into the obituary page for October 30, 1929.

Comments

Yeah, yeah, so it's another uninspired day. And, no, I didn't know someone had written something similar in the comments.

P.S. Apropos of nothing, monkeys are funny.

Posted by: andy at June 3, 2005 09:58 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

Your muse has returned, you magificent bastard!

Posted by: Laurence Simon at June 3, 2005 10:00 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

Your story is better, anyway. It is, in fact, much better than a Les Nessman and orders of magnitude better than the possibility of a Britney and Kevin recap.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at June 3, 2005 10:19 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

Great misdirection, I wish I'd kept my eyes from skipping to the last sentence (bad habit).

Posted by: Hubris at June 3, 2005 11:30 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0