Daughters of the Dawn
“Look down,” she said.
“You can’t be afraid. There’s really no reason to be.”
The woman had never done this type of thing before.
Living
On
The
Edge.
The lady held her hand. The woman’s shoulders slumped gradually.
Like a balloon with a slow leak. Relax.
“If you don’t do it, you’ll never live,” said the lady.
“Never live? But I–“
“You’re not,” the lady interrupted.
“You’re just waiting.”
“For what?”
“To try.”
The lady released the woman’s palm.
The woman looked down at the world below.
Took a breath, closed her eyes, and cast out the doubt.
She took a leap.
It felt good cutting through the air.
Wind rushing by her face. Careless or carefree.
Peering at peers who were where she once was, being who she once was.
Soaring or falling was insignificant.
She leapt.
And that’s all that mattered.
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