Mike stared at the cliff and the waves crashing down on the rocks below. He glanced backwards and saw the angry mob running towards him, their screams of rage ripping across the sunny skies.
“I’m sorry!” he screamed. “I’m sorry for everything!”
He turned, stepped off the cliff and vanished.
2 comments:
Dude, your characters keep getting chased off of cliffs!
Are you feeling this late 20s pressure to do something huge and important?
The last one was chased by wolves. This one was chased by an angry mob *grin*. I don't know about the pressure to do something huge and important, but I think that I'm hitting Grownupville: Population: me and all the issues that come with it. That's about all I want to say right now, but yeah....
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