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The Ledge

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The distance between them was now quite short. He’d got to the edge of the roof, talking quietly, moving slowly, not wanting to spook her. He was now just inches from the ledge. He reached out, pleading with her to take his hand. She looked across at the stranger, desperately trying to save her life. She wanted to tell him to be careful, to step back in case he should fall. She looked at him, such kind, caring eyes. If only she’d known him before all of this. As she stepped off the ledge she wondered what his name was.

MikeJackson©2016

Story 14 in my attempt at writing 100 Drabbles this month.
86 more to go!

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Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

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