Jessica St Mart

The cliff edge

The wind raged about her, tearing at her clothes and whipping hair into haunted eyes. She was not sure if it was the rain that made her wet or the torrent of tears streaming down her face. It didn’t matter now. She knelt on the rocks and checked the bag beside her. Satisfied everything was in order, she zipped it shut and stepped away. Redemption, so long overdue, was finally at hand. She closed her eyes and stepped out, feeling free for the first time in years.