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 wrong side of the rail on The Royal Gorge Bridge with a look of death in his eyes. Flashing and flicking like they were. Staring at the sparkling water below. Ten seconds, one thousand feet. What I didn’t say was I’d rounded it up. The bridge was actually fifty feet short of the thousand. If he counted he would get to nine point nine-five then he’d unexpectedly stop. I thought that would save him some worry.   I came across him while I was out strolling, making the most of the bright sunny day. I got to a few feet from and as I didn’t want to spook him, casually said, “Hey matey, what’s the story?”   It turned out to be the same old story. Well, as it happens, two stories, “I’m broke and she’s gone,” he mumbled then snatched a glance my way then back to the water. No tears, they never have tears, just the look, ...