Short Stories to Entertain

  “Hi there matey, you new here?”   “Yup, arrived yesterday. See that big lump of mountain over there, somewhere on it there’s a rope that’s snapped. That’s mine. The ends are probably all frayed and flapping in the wind. I went down two hundred metres and landed on my head on an ice-covered rock where all that lovely soft snow had blown off. Each side there was a deep snow hole. It probably would have made no difference though. Name’s Ernie, Ernest Edwards, from Newcastle.”  

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About ten seconds, that’s roughly how long it takes to hit the ground from one thousand feet. Anyway, that’s what I told the man, the one hanging out from the rail on The Royal Gorge Bridge, the one with the look of death in his eyes. Flashing and flicking like they were. Ten seconds, one thousand feet. What I didn’t say was, less the fifty feet short of the thousand the height of the bridge actually was . Fifty to spare so if he counted, he would get to nine point nine-five before he stopped. I thought that would save him some worry.   It was the same old story. Well, as it happens, two stories, “I’m broke and she’s gone,” he mumbled.    No tears, they never have tears, just the look, the eyes and the shaking. For some reason they all shake. Kind of vibrate , I suppose.   I said, “You know, I’ve always thought what it would be like to fly but I’ve not had the chance. Not like you. You’ve got ten seconds to find out.”   That’s when he looked at me, “T...