Hanging Rock
Stare at the picture for 20 seconds before reading what follows... A desolate, deserted rocky outcrop. We're on holiday, there is a group of us. It's hot but the wind blows with a hard chill. We're sight seeing. We walk to the edge of the ravine and stare across the vista. There is no safety rail to hold on to, so don't get too close to the edge. The others have wandered back, they are 50 feet behind me now. I crouch down, the precipice frightens me. It falls a thousand feet, two thousand feet, I don't know how far. It's as deep as loss. I crouch down, my knee rubs in the sun baked dry dirt. Small stones chisel into me, it's uncomfortable. I put out an outstretched hand to steady myself. It's unsafe here, on the edge. A big gust of wind might blow me over. I need to get lower, lower my centre of gravity. Closer to the ground to keep myself safe. One leg is sliding out behind me a...