The Cliff

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!)