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Don’t Look Down
by Rie Sheridan Rose
I don’t know how I got here. I went to a party last night…frat party. I’m only a freshman. I’d never been to one before. When the pledge captain asked me if I wanted to pledge—I said yes.
I was surprised, but I said yes.
I don’t remember much after that. They gave me a drink..or twelve…I don’t have any idea. I wound up sprawled across a bed upstairs in the house.
I dreamed I was crossing a stream on a log. And I woke up here.
I made the mistake of looking down for a split second. That almost killed me. All that stands between me and the ground a hundred stories beneath me is this six-inch log. If this is it for me, then this is it. But I know something that those stupid frat boys don’t know.
You don’t want to mess with me. You might think I’m scared up here. I’m not.
I didn’t almost die from fear or falling. It was surprise. That’s all.
I’m not at all afraid of heights. Dragons can fly.
And I have a date with a bunch of frat boys. It’s gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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