The Daily Prompt: precipice
She stands alone,
Staring at the swelling seas from tired eyes, long void of feeling.
She wonders if anyone would notice if she jumped into the cold, dark abyss of water that tempts her so. Every crashing wave taunts her, whispering to her tormented soul…She hears the sea call out to her.
Staring the precipice in the face she inhales deeply, preparing herself for the cold that will soon engulf her.
She steps closer to the edge and looks toward the sky, saying her final goodbyes. Her attention is caught by a single ray of sun shining down on her.
With that, she retreats from the edge and silences the taunting of the dark abyss, feeling the sun on her skin and smelling the smell of salt in the air.
She is safe. Today.