Hurled from a cliff Stories

I stood at the top, looking out over the cliff, my palm pressed firmly against the cold, reassuring granite that anchored me to this moment. Stars twinkled overhead, and a light breeze blew my hair back. The view, even under starlight, was astonishing. My excellent night vision, a family trait, made the forest below seem especially vivid. The seventeen-mile hike had been worth it. I spent most of the day climbing the Yose...