Fear

I looked out. The moon was peeking out from behind black and silver clouds. It was peaceful and beautiful...and empty.

I looked down. There was nothing but black churning water. The world of life below those waters was immense and unseen.

A roar from the wind and the sea was all I heard. I placed one foot and then the other on the first rung of the rail; my arms raised above me in silent plea. A strong gust of wind would cause me to over balance and tumble into the icy water below.

A glance from the sky to the sea and I was mezermized. My stomache tightened and my heart raced. It wasn't the possibility of an accident that scared me most. It was my urge to jump.

techno-love

She sees his screen name appear in her Friends List.
Her heart skips a beat.
It leaps in excitement and hope.
It leaps in pain and despair.

She knows he won't IM her.
She knows he doesn't fight the compulsion to just say "Hi."
Not like she does.
Everytime.

She fights the urge.
And mostly she wins.
But sometimes she doesn't.
Sometimes she puts herself through the hell of not getting a reply.

-PW

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"All the privilege I claim for my own sex...is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone." - Jane Austen