Posted in Drabbles

Paragliding 

paraglider-1141422_640

That’s it, just jump, don’t think of me, not that you ever do. Same every bloody Saturday. I clamber up some god-forsaken mountain with you, carrying all your paragliding gear, so that you can have a good time. Then you leave me to walk all the way back down again on my own. It would be nice, one weekend, to do what normal people do, a bit of shopping, or a walk in the park. I’ve tried telling you but you never listen. By the way, something I should’ve mentioned before you jumped – there’s a hole in your parachute.

MikeJackson©2016

Day 16 of my Drabble Project
(100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).
Story 41.

Advertisements

Author:

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

I look forward to reading your comments

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s