She wasn’t sure what the attraction was. It had always been there: even as a girl, she’d stood for hours at the railings of a high bridge. There was some indefinable quality, a thrill she couldn’t explain.
She looked down into the depths knowing it would take just one little step, one little push. A frisson ran down her spine. Did she want to die? No. She loved life far too much.
Was it the risk? That maybe somewhere inside her there was a little rebel who just might push her over? To fly through the air, only the once?
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The 100-words-challenge-for-grown-ups at Julia’s Place.
Also fits in nicely with the Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitary 🙂
25 thoughts on “Rebel”
Geez, I liked mine till I read yours. I like the fear even as she contemplates jumping, flying just the once. Great! Love the watercolor, too.
Thanks, I think yours is spookier.
btw. Your name in the comment links to a blog marked private http://pd1248.wordpress.com, not to the photovignettes, I don’t know if that’s deliberate. Possibly the link is to the user’s primary blog? The gravatar does link back.
Thanks for the compliment and the info. I’ll look into the gravatar blog business. I thought this was the only blog I had.
I love how you crafted this and how it makes me think. Our minds went to similar places with this one, yet on different ends of the spectrum. I love your sketch, too.
Thanks. The prompt has a strong push towards the to-jump-or-not-to-jump question.
Goosebumps. Scary. Fabulous sketch.
How very kind.
I think you just made me come face to face with me. How did you get in my skin? I never know at the Grand Canyon or a dozen other places if I will maybe dare that last inch or not. Skillfully done!
So it’s you! I was wondering :-).
The rebel is a part of all of us I believe. One day we all have to jump! And we will fall into the deep blue ocean of our deepest emotions. It will be like our death. But we will rise again! In full power! Full of love!
Thank you for the nice painting and the story
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
If you enjoy 100 word stories, there are many more entries at Julia’s Place. Maybe you’ll even write your own?
Really enjoyed this – so softly written – I can empathise with that urge to jump! That sketch is great!
Thank-you. Heights do have a kind of magic, don’t they?
Yes, you only get to fly like that once should you choose to…
Yes, it’s a definitely tonight-only-last-performance.
Oh don’t! I’ve too often had mad sensations like that!
Good to know I’m not alone in this. It is weird, somehow, isn’t it?
Brilliant. I’ve been here, and contemplated ‘flying,’ it’s almost exactly as I feel whenever I stand close to the edge of anything… Although for me there can be a certain peace with it, too, if it’s an open space like the one in the image (hence my piece). Great watercolour too!
Thank-you. For me it’s not so peaceful, as I’m really afraid of heights.
The writing is good, but the painting is gorgeous! I love the colours, and how the greenery bleeds together. Normally I just read you via RSS but I had to come and get a screen full of this picture, it’s excellent
Thank-you very kindly. I’m really glad you like it.
I wasn’t that happy with it myself, but then in painting you never have an unbiased eye on your own results. You always see the flaws or things you wanted different, I guess.
Lovely water colour. I thought your take on it was lovely, almost poetic in the way she viewed the world.
Thanks. I guess for me it’s wondering what really goes on in a person’s mind. Seems a bit of a mystery to me.
Wow, I love both your painting and story. It certainly does give a frisson of anticipation.
Thank-you. It was an interesting round.