Elaine Heng

Right Over the Edge

Tip....toe...tip...toe....And there she was, standing barefooted on a cold white boulder, overlooking into the horizon of infinite sea and storms. Just below, the black and icy waters roared and lapped up against the earth’s crust, like lustful sirens, serenading her to just jump. Right over the edge. She proceeds to take another step into her unknowing plunge to an unforgiving abyss, takes one last breathe and…