It had taken them a while to reach the summit, but the effort was worth it, the view was breathtaking.
‘I feel as if I’m on top of the world!’ she exclaimed.
‘The world’s your oyster Honey,’ he replied.
‘How high are we?’
‘About three thousand feet.’
For the nth time, he checked their gear.
‘Are you ready?’
‘As ready as I’ll ever be.’
‘You want to go first?’
With a smile on her face, she raced to the edge and jumped off.
The base jumpers screamed in delight, which echoed across the skies.
I thought this picture was too nice for a suicide pact, so I thought about base jumping.
It’s quite a sport! (source)
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers