Saturday, April 25, 2015


Hilliard spread his arms and let the cold wind whip through his suit, the jacket held firm by the straps of a small rucksack.

‘Don’t do it, man!’ A voice shouted from behind.  ‘Don’t jump!’

Hilliard ignored him.

‘However bad it is, it can be fixed.  Get down from the ledge, Sir, and we can talk.’

The view was spectacular; a jumble of brightly-lit skyscrapers.

‘You think I want to kill myself?  You can’t get more alive than standing here!  Except diving off.’

Hilliard pitched forward and disappeared.

The cop rushed to the edge.  Twenty storeys below a parachute twirled.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ah, I love the twist at the end of this one, Rob! Well dune!