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Friday, November 11, 2011

Blue

Falling. . .
     Falling. . .
          Falling. . .

     She was surprised at how calm she was, considering her circumstances.  The sky wheeled above her, the wind roaring in her ears.  Would her chances of survival been any better if she had stayed on the cliff?
     The alternative would have been worse, she convinced herself. The men who had chased her to the edge probably expected her to choose to be taken, instead of jump.
     Now, as she stared up at the blue above her, she wondered if it had been the right choice.  Not that it really matters, she thought.  Not anymore.  This was the last thought she had before the cold water engulfed her,  engulfed the blue of the sky.
To resurface...
~N.

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