The White Feather
“Come down from the ledge!” He begged as loud as he could through the pouring rain. “Please!”
Those had been the exact same words he had heard his sister yell thirty years ago. She hadn’t succeeded then, but he didn’t know what else to yell in that moment. Had she felt the same way? Perhaps she hadn’t been as scared as he felt now, after all, he saw how the first time ended. He didn’t dare make any sudden moves as half of her feet were already dangling off the ledge.
