On the Edge

Standing on the cliff under a full October moon, he thought of her; imagined he could feel her caress, whisper soft across his face. She’d loved him, and all he had was a ghostly reminder of her touch.

Dead by his hand, her spirit whirled about with a vengeance…and drove him over the edge.

 

Deborah Lean.

 

 

 

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On the Edge is a post from: Adventure and Learning