My family called me the mouse. Doctors appointments made me tremble, swimming lessons terrified me and school constricted my stomach, pushing it up until it stuck in my throat.
Loving you took no courage at all. Losing you nearly broke me.
I stood looking at the ‘X’ below. ‘Are you ready?’ asked the instructor. I turned and nodded at the group behind me. Our Cancer Research t-shirts cloaked our fear.
I jump. I imagine myself flying into your arms, touching your face and kissing your lips one last time. I pull my harness and float towards the ground.
I am fearless.
I would appreciate a more experienced writer letting me know whether switching from past to present tense in a story as short as this works or whether I should have stuck to past all the way through. thank you 🙂
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt.