Doing the final packing tonight, so the Four Line Friday Prose topic this week is: the final push.
See y'all in the new place!
Her bare toes curl under to grip the edge of the granite cliff as the wind pushes her tattered sweater snug against her body and sends her long brown hair cascading horizontally behind her. She knows this is cowardice; that real bravery would be to turn back and confront the truth of what she has done. She hesitates, wondering if she can find the strength to face that battle one more time.
But then that choice is taken from her as I give her one final push...