I am standing in my skis, tips sticking over the edge. I know the things you can do to me. You are not a straight-down-fall-to-your-death kind of drop. You are an evil trickster hidden behind soft snow, a welcoming smile with a knife tucked behind its’ back. Down there is where the ligament tear will happen. The snow bunched up just the right way, under a ski turned just the wrong way. I wonder for a moment how I might avoid you. I slap myself in the face. “Huck and pray.” That’s what my daughter would say. I slide forward.
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Charlie
26/4/2024 02:18:23 pm
What I love about this story is how I can feel the personnel conversation taking place. I don’t ski, yet I can feel the anticipation of the drop, the anxiety of “no way back”, and the power she knows she is going to feel when she takes the leap. Very nicely written! CB
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26/4/2024 03:30:23 pm
Is so true how when we facing the unknown, our mind starts to be on auto mode of feeling fear and what things might/might not happen. Sometimes the easiest way is just.... do it :)
Alexina Dalgetty
26/4/2024 04:50:48 pm
I am right there, LaVerne, right in her head.
Stephen Goodlad
27/4/2024 08:03:45 am
The ski slope is a metaphor for all those times we decide there is no turning back. The change in relationships, the job interview, the move to a new area; Huck and Pray
LaVerne
3/5/2024 04:27:13 am
Thank you. Yes. It is exactly that.
Sue Clayton
28/4/2024 03:12:44 am
I've stood on that s same knife edge several times, sometimes turning back, other times saying "huck and pray"..
LaVerne
3/5/2024 04:28:43 am
Thank you for the comment. I like the idea that it is a knife edge.
Louise Arnott
30/4/2024 03:50:01 am
First person works well in your piece. You've created growing tension - I can imagine standing on the edge in full panic mode. Well done, looking forward to reading more of your work. Comments are closed.
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