I sit on the broken wall looking at the pebbled beach. Rough waves crash on the shore as black clouds dash across the horizon. Distant thunder grumbles a warning: Soon.
“Come on, jump!” calls John from the shoreline.
I’m scared. It’s a long way down I think. I could break my leg. Or my neck! Images of hospital swim in my head.
I inch out further on the wall. This stuff is easy for him. He must think I’m a big baby. I push the thoughts away.
I look for a landing spot. There, that mound of pebbles.