Thoughts While Slipping From a 400-foot Cliff* by Ed Ahern
*The descent would last about ten seconds, and death is assured on hitting either ground or water.
I should have left my wallet in the car
(tumble head over feet)
No open casket funeral for them
(lurch sideways in a crosswind)
I think I’m pissing myself
(splay arms and legs)
Is that a moose down there?
Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had over three hundred stories and poems published so far, and six books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of nine review editors.