Honoria strode forward and stood looking out at the dark, inviting waves. They rippled and danced, calling out to her, as if in muted screams. She could not bring herself to jump and yet, she wanted to. Glancing to her right, she saw the twinkling houses. On her left was the infinite blackness. Should she?
With a deep breath, she took a leap, landing feet first. Looking down, she realised she shouldn’t have trusted wily Steve. Her new suede boots were ruined. Sobbing, she waded out of the shallow end, her childish footprints leaving temporary marks on the soaking sand.
Word count: 100
Written for the 100-word Saturday prompt at Write Tribe
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear – and devils, too.
― Graycie Harmon