My grip on ledge faltered. We slipped closer to oblivion.
Beneath me, Tabitha twisted in the wind, trying to break my hold on her.
“Let me go. You don’t have a choice in the matter.”
She was wrong. There was always a choice.
I opened my hand and let go.
Commentary: I don’t write a lot of flash fiction. On a whim, I decided to enter a 55 words or less contest held on Austin Brigg’s site. It took me about two minutes to come up with the story and write it. It was a fun exercise. The prompt for this story was the “Child Within”. I’ll leave it up to you to figure out how the story fits the prompt. Hope you enjoy it. You can read the other stories in the contest here.