“Don’t worry. Trust me. I can do this.” His own words now echoed in his ears, taunting him with the prospect of failure. His confidence had weak lungs apparently; blustering at the bottom, it had begun to gasp the higher he got. Here at the top, his bravado had entirely expired in a pathetic asthmatic wheeze.
He looked down.
Down, down, down, and down some more.
He cursed his knocking knees and cursed the cheering crowds more. Supporters and deriders; many had come to watch him soar, but more had come to watch him fall.
Word count: 100
Thanks to Rochelle (our host) and Sandra (our photographer this week).
Next week: Back to our regular blogging schedule!