He was standing at the edge of the cliff once again. The water screaming an angry protest below as the waves crashed into the rocks beneath him. As he had been doing every weekend for the last three months, he brought out an old dirty coin. Flipping it high into the air he picked a side.
Heads.
Tails.
The two sides spun alternating in the air before the roaring raging winds carried it away from him and over the edge. Looking up at the sky he thought to himself not today, his father would have to wait a little longer.
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100 word stories
General FictionNew series designed to keep me writing. stories created with 100 words or less. Hope you enjoy. Recommended age: 16+. Can deal with dark topics.
