That damn tree was going to fall on him, he just knew it.

What use was the open sky, the billowing waves of blue, or the sunlight streaking through the clouds to illuminate his path along the sandy shore, when as soon as he walked beneath that leaning palm, it would crash upon him like the hammer of fate.

Perhaps he would stay where he was. The water was cool, the breeze refreshing. If he traced his steps back, he might rediscover that berry bush and fill his belly with its sweet fruit.

But what was life without a little risk? Grinning from ear to ear, he scrambled up the leaning trunk. It sustained his weight, and the sunset had never before seemed so bright and clear.


Pulling himself up, laughing, from the sand, he brushed himself off and headed further up the beach. If he fetched his ax from the cabin, maybe he'd have fresh wood for the bonfire tonight. He didn't know if palm was good for that sort of thing, but what was life without a little risk?


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Author Catherine Russell shares her life with her high school sweetheart, their son, and two ferocious puppies in the Wilds of Ohio while writing short stories, editing her novel, and learning more about the craft every day. Her work has been published in Flash Me magazine, Metro Fiction, Beyond Centauri, and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume One‘ and the ‘Best of Friday Flash – Volume Two‘ anthologies.

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