The precipice, a perilous place, far beyond the safe confines of the city walls and the hinterlands of right and wrong.
Inexorably pulled to the edge of decision, Chase stood hypnotised by angry crashing waves, pounding heart beats upon a lonely shore.
Far out to sea, he heard her call. Siren. Temptress. One leap forward into the unknown, falling, tumbling into her dark depths and he would be free to ride upon passion’s tumultuous waves.
Or one step back from the beckoning, beguiling edge of danger…one step back into the barren wastelands of his life.
Eily Nash ~2019