Standing on the precipice, an ocean above him and an incalculable depth below, he leans out against gravity. There is only darkness. The abyss separated by a thin blade of rock. He is suspended and feels as if he is falling. His own breath is loud in his ears. If he were to drift into that space, there would be nothing to latch onto, no unique feature to orient him, just the dark blue. The thrill of dim fate makes him lean out a little further, while the terror keeps one foot on the lip of the rock.
Paddy Dobson
17th April 2021