Finifugal

She hung onto the edge of a precipice on a stone slab. The sea roiled belowcrashing onto oddly shaped boulders.Her heart drummed heavily within her chest like a thundercloud. She held on with all her might, dangling too close to the sea that reached out with hungry fingers.

“Give me your hand!” The stranger’svoice cracked above the waves, eyes widened in panic at the onslaught of the incoming storm. How did it end up like this? There was no time to think. She stretched out her hand, letting go of the fear…the fear of a trustfall. Would her expectations be dashed to pieces? Would hershe regret this decision? There was no time to think.

Trust fall.

Her belly swooped at the terror of letting go, but the stranger’s arm tightened firmly around hers. She clasped it desparately in return and the storm broke above with a…