The leap


Copyright – Sandra Crook

David fought against the buffeting of the cold easterlies.

This was where his life had been shattered. Five times he’d come here, burdened by the guilt of having failed her, trying to understand why she’d left them.

He knelt where they’d found her purse, scooped a hollow and placed two locks of hair from their sons’ heads, his final offering. This would end now. This grief was too much.

Turning, he ran to the cliff’s edge and leapt.

He soared, lifted on air, the sail above him filling in his first solo flight. Below, two little boys waved and cheered.


This is my 100 word story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can read all the other contributions here.

22 thoughts on “The leap

    • Thank you, Rochelle. It’s always a struggle to move on after such a tragedy, I imagine. And there he was in the photo, almost out of sight, so, I thought, what better way to symbolise his new beginning.


  1. A really good story that seems to close on a surprise positive note, making me like Dad at first for sticking by the boys, but then leaving me wondering what had driven Mum to “leave” them, why did David feel guilty and why was he treating himself to airborne excitement when there were two little kids who needed him to be strong for them? I think you’ve done really well to leave me


    • Thank you for such a thoughtful comment, J.S. I was thinking that the boys were part of the excitement, down on the beach, enjoying the moment with him. I wanted to suggest that David felt responsible for failing to meet some unrecognised need of his wife’s, not that he actually did anything to her. Keep liking David. He’s a good guy.


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