Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Tuesday prompt: 2012 #12

You are leaning over a bridge, looking deeply into clouds swirling below you.  Evergreen treetops poke through the white translucence, and hints of what lies farther down, float through.

So why in heck are you there?  Are you queasy at all? Is this viewpoint a choice or being forced upon you?  Carry the description the rest of the way.
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