The precipice. Near … our home. On the edge of town. I should not have thought of it. Yet it remained … a thought. On the edge, of the mind.
I would be working. Yet thinking, of the precipice. I would be speaking to my wife, and yet thinking. So slowly breathing, sitting, and facing … the bookcase. When I heard footsteps, I reached for a book. She imagined … I was reading.
One evening I stood there. On the very brittle edge. I looked, down. The rock, and the water, together. The water was … fur, of a lamb. The curled fur. And warm. I believed it would be so warm.
I looked down, and seemed to be moving, down. The fur … was turning. The muscle, of the animal. Near enough, nearly, to touch. Reaching …
A man. There was a man. In … a vessel. When he saw me, he dropped … one paddle. He looked at me strangely.
I stepped back.
A stone fell down my throat.
Then I was home.