Nobody except me remembers how it started, though none of us will ever forget how it ended.
Poised on the brink, arms outstretched, head tucked, cheers echoing off the cliff faces surrounding the shallow pool, and his lithe body gleaming in the autumn sunlight.
How would he not, I thought. My brother would do anything to impress her.
Yet in the end she looked away when it mattered.
I see her sometimes when he and I visit the park.
crouches beside him…
touches his cheek.
And moves on with the rest of her life.
Thanks to Rochelle, leader of our group of writers, for finding time in what I know is a very busy summer schedule to keep Friday Fictioneers going week after week.