December 26, 2011 06:20:29 PM
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Jon
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The bent sign on the cliff's edge read, WARNING: NO DIVING. We'd been ignoring it ever since we bent it. I dumped my bike with a dusty summer clank and I flung my tee shirt aside. The warning blurred. I was flying. The newspaper said it was fifty feet. I was falling. My arms flailed in vain to keep me upright. A white crash followed. Now my desire to walk up there and straighten that sign sometimes overwhelms me.
Score: 3/3
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Great little story, and the audio as read by the author is worth a listen!
One too many Tropical Kisses. Well done, Jon!
Packs a heartbreaking-punch in a few very powerful words!
Well done!
Wow - love this. Lots of imagery in such a brief story.
Wow - love this. Lots of imagery in such a brief story.
What else does Diver think about now? Makes me wonder...
So vivid..so tragic!!
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