I’m not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I’m afraid of.
–– from Cerulean Sins, by Laurell K. Hamilton
Yesterday’s Writing Group prompt is a visual one (I have no idea why it’s so small; click to enlarge):
I’m not a big fan of heights (though I wouldn’t say I’m afraid of them), so this kind of freaks me out. It’s Photoshopped for sure, right?
I don’t know what it is; maybe because I’m clumsy and fear that I’d make one wrong move at the top there, trip over myself, and fall all the way down. I do love scaring myself by thinking about it, though – that sinking feeling in my stomach imagining the free fall. But the crunch at the end makes me shudder.
I’d love to go skydiving. Well, I say I’d love to, but I wonder if I’d chicken out before I ever got in the plane. I think if I got in the plane and up in the air and strapped to the tandem guy, I’d do it for sure. If I made it that far and chickened out, I know I’d regret it. I know a bunch of people who’ve done it and they all say it’s amazing. Maybe one day. With a friend (David will never, ever go, and might disown me if I do).
(Sorry this is late and so lame. Yesterday was my birthday so I was busy having a great day!)