Salt
I could feel
the fear running down my spine… I could hear the river swaying, the trees
crying and the wind hustling through the tree tops. My hands were shaking with
horror, my arm pits were sweating. Everything was silent now.” I can’t do this”
“but I have to do this” “come on Bryn pull yourself together. I could see the brown misty water balow me. I was shaking as I held the bars, I could taste the salty air as I jumped off the bridge.
'The wind hustled through the treetops' - it sure is hustling around my house at the moment Bryn, in fact its boisterously bustling! I really like the way you describe that despite the noise around you, everything seemed silent in that split second before you jumped. You had closed the rest of the world out as you prepared yourself for the leap.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing.
Mrs C