By Mira Djajadiredja
“Do it,” the voice said.
Joe looked down, the sight of peanut-sized cars making him dizzy.
“There’s no point in moving on. She’s gone.”
Joe peered over the railing. A sudden gust of wind swayed him towards the open space, and his heart leapt.
“Sissy,” it taunted.
He took a deep breath, and put one leg on the railing.
“Daddy?”
He turned around fast and found a pair of innocent brown eyes staring at him. He blinked.
“Wimp,” the voice sounded distant now.
Joe swatted his left shoulder, and the imaginary devil fell twenty stories down.
Moving on was never pointless.
Great last line.
Thank you!
Fantastic! Emotions are handled really well.
Thank you!
Anything which saves you from the brink is better than a home run with the bases loaded. Good job.
Agreed. Thank you.
Love this. Great job.
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Wonderful. It’s a real skill to be able to convey a sense of despair to hope with so little words. Great stuff.
I like this, though peanut-size in reference to cars does not sit well.