Posted in Life and After

The Precipice

Waves race to mark the passage of time.

Crashing against the rocks, daring me.

I wait for nothing.

Looking back, I see nothing.

Looking ahead, I see the Sun close to close.

So am I.

Author’s note: For those of you wondering, I am not suicidal. But one month of being locked up with a bunch of crazies (my family) pushes you down the precipice.

Photo by Maksym Ivashchenko on Unsplash


I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

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