Cliff Edge

Sammy scrambled to the top of the stone wall at the edge of the cliff. What a view. Even a five year old could appreciate the distant vista. He glanced down at the trees in the ravine below and his stomach flipped. His lifted his chin to the horizon. That was better. He walked carefully, feeling his way, absorbing the view.

“Sammy!” His mother was suddenly beside him, reaching out. His concentration slipped and he jerked away from her involuntarily. She grabbed him as he started to fall and pulled him to safety.

“I told you to stay away from the wall!” she scolded. “It was a good thing I was there to grab you when you fell!”

“I didn’t start to fall until you grabbed me,” he pointed out sulkily.

Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson

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