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.