Looking over the edge, I quietly recite the adage that what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.
I am clutching the drawstrings on my black skull hoodie, a sort of makeshift rosary, asking forgiveness for my lack of trust.
Asking for faith, for courage, for freedom from this fear.
For nets and wings.
And most of all, for the jump.
Inspired by the Five Sentence Fiction prompt falling.