Walking by the brink of the cliff I came across something on the ground. It was bright, ring-shaped, however it wasn't a ring. This metal piece was wholesome more similar to an earring made especially for someone young since its needle was too short for someone with bigger ears. Maybe a little girl's gift.
By the time I was bending forward to pick it up, something drove at me from the rear. The impact was sheer, and somewhat painful. My eyes got bigger as soon as I saw how the magnificent scene overlooking from topside was coming closer as I went forward.
I stumbled clumsily for the thickets around engaged my legs, like mosquito's in cobweb. Despite it, the thrust I received pushed me along so hard that those plants barely could stop it. I was inevitably meeting my incoming doom, ahead.
So I finally got close to the brink and realized I was falling. At that point I took the decision that saved my life. In lieu of attempting to grab and hold on, I just jumped and dove. Instantly, in a fraction of a second, I decided I'd rather plunge into the water rather than into the rocks below.
The vertical, sheer drop sank me into the water ten feet in. Then a wave drew me way up directly outside and I took a deep breath while looking upwards. I didn't see anything since my eyes were blurry due to the salty water. Moreover, the fact I'd survived that fall hadn't sunk in yet.
I swam towards the beach nearby, and glad but confused started shaking my hair, and my clothes to the shiny sun rising that morning. When eventually I came on my feet again, I climbed up the path to the cliff. There was no one there, certainly, and when I checked the area where I'd founded the earring I couldn't find it anew.
Pretty much a bad joke. Who the hell would try to shove me off the cliff just for a tiny thing? ... This murderer might me someone cruel, of course. Well, I think someone's life's worth much more than a stupid object. At the least mine.
(Sorry guys, felt like writing good english today though the story lacks of any sense)
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Qué tal, abrasador?
ReplyDeletePrecisamente mañana empiezo mis clases de Inglés, aunque creo que no voy a ir... Que es a las 9 y tengo ahora una resaca, jaja. Tengo un poco abandonado este blog, pero es que este mes está siendo movidito. Lo próximo, a Zaragoza en Carnaval y luego a Suecia para el bautizo de Marcelo! Que el gobernador de Suecia le ampare...
Ya te contaré.
Tio ... viviendo en los states y comprendiendo mas o menos bien a la peña aqui debo decirte que no entiendo un altisimo porcentaje de las palabras de este post. Sinceramente te animo a que te unas a la real academia de la lengua de los señores de la gran bretaña.
ReplyDeleteSaludos desde Connecticut.
El mago.
Gracias peña. Ultimamente leo bastante en inglés (Todos los dias de hecho) y se aprende un montonazo. Os lo recomiendo. Ademas parte de este blog fue creado para no perder la onda con el inglés.
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