Silent Moments-Prologue
“Dot, be careful!”
Aunt Bonnie cried, rushing over.
“I can barely see!” I
whined, leaning further over the railing.
“Dorothy Ann Winters! You
are eight years old, and what, sixty pounds? A strong gust of
wind could blow you right over that railing! And don’t
you roll those little green eyes at me!” She was in
hysterics as my eyes paused, halfway through a
rotation.
“Don’t worry,
I’ll hold on,” I said turning back to the
view.
“Dorothy—“
“Do not call me
that!” I cut her off.
Aunt Bon started to argue but
stopped herself, lowering her voice to a lethal tone.
“You, Dot, better get over here right now.” I stared at her and heaved a great
sigh before slowly turning toward her. I took a step, slow
enough that a turtle with broken legs could beat me. “In
the name of Arizona!”
My dear aunt reddened. I stomped
the heel of my new pink cowboy boot down into another step. I
heard a sound like an icicle cracking in late winter—I
haven’t always lived in Arizona—but it didn’t
register in my brain. Another step, the same
sound.
Confused, I looked down. There it
was, a jagged crack around me—only me. My eyes widened. I
looked up to see Aunt Bonnie’s jaw dropping; standing too
close to the railing isn’t the only way you can fall. She
sprinted in my direction but it was too late. The scene played
out in slow motion.
With a sickening crack, the piece
of glass platform beneath me fell away. It wasn’t like
the cartoons on Saturday morning; I didn’t pause before
plummeting to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.
Feedback? Comments? Should I
continue?
Nataliexoxo · 1 decade ago
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KEEP GOING!