Her Fall

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by the Imaginarium One Word Prompt -- tumble.

Submitted: July 08, 2017

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Her Fall

She’s standing there in a place she never believed existed – the edge of the world. When she peers forward and down she can see......nothing. There seems to be no more than an endless drop in front of her. What is behind? She does not know. She seems to be unable to turn around.

A gust of wind, a strong one, almost makes her lose her footing. She teeters, totters, but somehow manages to regain her balance, to maintain her equilibrium. She is still there, looking down.

The next gust is much stronger and pushes her forward too far. She struggles against its invisible force but too late. Her weight shifted that bit too far forward and now she finds herself tumbling down into nothingness.

The urge to fight against dropping is overwhelming. She thrashes and twists, this way and that. There must be something that she could grab on to, some way of halting this rapid descent she finds herself making. Her long hair drops forward then lashes back, to whip her face. Her eyes are streaming, tears being forced from her eyes only to be dried instantaneously.

Then something happens. She does not know why, but suddenly she stops her struggling, her frantic resistance, and just lets herself fall. Without the panic it is an almost pleasurable sensation. She is free of all constraints; no one is watching, nothing is there but......emptiness. There might be colors, streaks of them, but they flicker past so rapidly that she cannot name them, can no longer recognize them for what they are.

Her struggles are over. She has given up fighting and by doing so has freed herself from battling, striving, making any sort of effort at all. She will just drift downwards, or is she even going upwards – with nothing to see she can no longer gauge which direction she is travelling in.

It will stop, eventually. She knows that a crash, an end, will come. But for now, for as long as it lasts, she will grasp and cling on to that feeling of pure and utter freedom!


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