Jasper stood on the edge of a drop so deep that he couldn’t see the bottom. Winds, cold and brittle, pushed at his back, swirling the thick strands of his auburn hair in front of his eyes. He brushed weakly at the strands, squinting as he tried to see the bottom of the chasm before him but its finality was lost in darkness and early morning mist. Was it cold in there, he wondered? If he fell, would he have time to note the rise of goose flesh on his arms before he reached the inevitable jarring stop at the end of his free-fall journey?
2 comments:
I hope you will post again so I will know what happens to Jasper.
Missed you.
Doing Nano?
Hey, Lynn!
Not planning on Nano this year, too crazy at home. Been following along on your blog, sorry to hear it's going away! :-( Hope things are getting better for you.
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