Kristen was beginning to think the “suggestion” her supervisor had made for her to take a little time away from work might not have been such a bad idea after all. Sitting atop the narrow stone outcropping, the view below her blurred and became as indistinct as her uncertain vision for the future.
She knew she could not return to the routine, the schedule, the responsibilities that were consuming her very essence…her soul...and supplanting them with expectations she could never truly meet.
She no longer felt the hunger, the need to drive herself to her limits and beyond. Dropping her backpack, she realized there was only one edge she now felt comfortable crossing and, with that realization, she stepped off that edge and embraced the peace she had so long desired.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction prompt: edge