Serenity – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning or afternoon or evening or … well, you get my drift!  All depends on where on the globe you find yourself, right?  Rochelle has stopped by my mailbox once again with our weekly challenge of writing a 100-word story based on an image.  This week’s supplied by her lovely hubs, Jan, from their very recent trip out west.  I cannot lie.  I stared at this picture for some time.  Marc came to my rescue once again.  Thanks, B!

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Serenity

Hot and sweaty from the climb, she plopped down on a rock, stripped and let the mountain air cool her body.   Sipping from her canteen, she looked out at the beautiful vista in front of her.  It felt exquisite to be alone and quiet.  Dealing with these love-sick suitors had frazzled her to no end.  They put Pepe Le Pew to shame!  Spring had to be in the air.

Body dry and breath calmed, she took out her wing-suit, slipped it on, walked to the edge and jumped.

Arms and legs spread wide, soaring with the wind, she found serenity.