Short Story: The Cliff
Note: I found this while searching through some of my old writing. I think I wrote it two and a half years ago, but I’m not quite sure.
A slow wind caressed the night air, wisping through trees in a deliberate and focused delicacy. To those out that evening, it was a perfect setting for a long overdue escape into the wonderful breeze. The silence only broken by the snapping of dry twigs under the feet of two figures as they made their way through the old trail. The winding path led down into a vast rocky cliff that presented the stars in a perfect bowl away from trees or lights that may dim their brilliance.
