Your Time to Fall

Falling contained the strangest form of terror.

Odin Halvorson
1 min readDec 6, 2022
By Alexandre CabanelPublic Domain

Don hadn’t wanted to explore Fearnway Mountain, but peer-pressure can be a real bitch. Samantha and Craig were ahead, as usual, while Brian trailed at the group’s rear.

A couple of hours in, he made the mistake of looking down. Vertigo flooded him like cold ocean waves through the broken bottom of a boat. Scree shifted under his unsteady feet.

“Ahh!!”

Falling contained the strangest form of terror.

Don knew what would happen just a few scant moments in. No hope. Just hard rocks below that rose up hungrily to meet him. “There was so much more I would have liked to do.”

And then something grabbed him. And he looked up into Brian’s shining eyes, from whose back sprouted great wings of white.

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Odin Halvorson

A futurist/socialist/fantasist writer, editor, and scholar. MFA/MLIS. Free access to my articles at OdinHalvorson.substack.com | More over at OdinHalvorson.com.