My second edition to my flash fiction collection. Enjoy!
The cliff stood abrupt on the edge of the plateau. Below it, white beaches spread for miles next to aquamarine waters. Gentle tides splashed against gray rock sticking above the sea ten feet in. My lungs collapsed as all hope receeded within me. Imaginary hands pushed me over the ledge and to my destiny; the painful but quick death that awaited me below.
Like a distant memory, I plunged past half of the rock-face, gravity overtaking my body. Then, as if my brain had started to catch on to everything, my blurry vision was now letting me recognize what was flying past.
A seagull soaring, a tuna fish fighting to escape its grasp clung in its beak. A walrus, sun bathing next to a pile of seashells. I struggled to turn my head but saw a sailboat with masts as big as windmills, glowing against a bright sun that created the perfect Kodak moment.
But that was the last of it.
How sad for the tuna. *be set free tuna, fly fly* Perhaps this symbolizes regret or an annoyance long past that has been forgotten. (hurt or peer pressure if you will, being held by something twice your size: negative. Or perhaps it reflects life itself and how unlawful or justly it is at times)