Flash Fiction: The Cliff

I’d come to kill myself, where Liz had done so after prom. 30 years ago.

I hadn’t come to hang off a cliff and save a girl having second thoughts.

I reach her.

It’s Liz.


I recoil.

“Please live!”

I grab her ghost.

We’re teens after prom, dangling by fingertips as I yell.

Not without you!



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