He stood at the edge of the cliff.
He stretched his arms and felt the wind pass through his body.
He was ready now. Ready to take the plunge. Decide his fate.
He looked up. The beautiful sky beckoning him. He spread his wings. Conquering the intimidating mountains, he rose. High above everyone else. The world was beautiful.
Then he looked down. The deep trench. Even the quick fall seemed long. A thud. Silence.
Higher the rise, deeper the fall. Thoughts tumbling in his mind. The beckoning skies. The pulling trench. The beautiful world. The long fall. The thud. The silence.
He was afraid. What if his wings fail him?
He had one long look at the sky. Then, he turned back. May be some other day.
Book Review: "Artemis" by Andy Weir
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