Farewell

by joetwo

“Come closer” I asked and he inched towards the edge, moistened in the spray from the storm surge below.

“Is it safe?” He asked.

I imagined a stiff push, how his arms would flail as if to the grab empty air, I imagined myself waving farewell.

“Of course” I said “Come on”

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge number 80.

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