Maude Carruthers

Copi

They pushed her off the cliff. All assuming she had fallen to her death, the crowd dismantled. No one waited long enough to see that she had survived properly. The fall was fierce. Instant gushes of wind maneuvering her flow for landing, hair as velvety as can be; she thumped. Into a head of lions feasting on an already dead body for supper, she thumped. “Oof”, murmured Copi as she slowly scurried away from the herd. No blood pierced through a pore on her flesh of fate. The lions were too consumed thrashing into the flesh of another, Copi managed to crawl out from under. During her escape, she saw a little black book. Drenched in blood, it embraced Copi’s intrigue to grab it swiftly and run.