Tuesday, 25 March 2014

The Jump


As I stare up at the cliffs face it is almost s if it is staring down at us. I dip my feet in the turquoise, deep, dark water is as cold as ice. The rocks proveded stepping stones for my slippery feet. As I reach for the top rock at 8 metres I trip and lose my foot hold!!!

My shaking body is like the tale of a rattle snake. A sigh of relife rumbles through my bones like a pack of antalope carging down the hills. As my toes dangle of the edge of the cliff the shake returns rapidly. 123! go as my eyes close everything slows down.

By Hunter

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