The voice wasn't grating, but it wasn't pleasant either. It reminded Eliza of forcing down a cup of decaf coffee: you feel as if you should be energized, but you're left with only a bitter aftertaste.
"Need a hand?" the invisible annoyance smiled again.
Eliza gritted her teeth into a half-grin. "Why not?" she exclaimed, her sarcasm missing its mark entirely.
There was an altogether unpleasant nausea as she was lifted back up to the top and set down unceremoniously, landing painfully on her knees.
"You know, you shouldn't go making a habit out of jumping off cliffs. Sets a bad example for the kids."
"I don't even fuckin' know you! You can't just pick me up from halfway down a cliff and start acting like we're BFFs!"
"It's the third time."
"So?! Can you maybe stop??"
Eliza, again drawing in a breath, ran back towards the edge of the cliff.
Her body stopped. She tried to run again. She tried to at least move anything that wasn't her breathing.
She swore.
"Yeah..." the word was sickeningly drawn out. "No."
"What the fuck are you talking about? The fuck are you doing?"
"Three strikes and you're out. You nearly hit four."
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Bounce Back
General Fiction[A hundred metres above the swirling ocean isn't exactly the easiest place to sit and think.] PREVIEW: The sense of vertigo was overwhelming. Rocks like decaying teeth jutted from the sea's swirling mass. The sea itself was a deep blue; cornflower i...
