The Art of Hanging Upside Down - Elorithryn

Sarah crouched upon the branch waiting. Poised like a cat she watched, knowing he would come.


The Willows rustled, their leaves glowed white, and then Jason stepped out from beneath them. He ambled to the Dogwood as he always did.

Just before Jason ducked under the lowest branch Sarah turned, dropped to sit on the branch. She held on with knees and hands as she swung backwards into his view.

“Hi Jay!” She grinned as she hung upside-down before him.

“Sarah.” His voice betrayed no surprise.

“Damn.” Sarah flipped down.

Someday she’d perfect this art and startle him.

The End

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