A/N: My own take on micro-fiction, i.e. fanfiction of exactly 50 words. It's truly amazing how much meaning one can pack into 50 small words. Read, picture it, and enjoy!
Cliff
"Arthur wouldn't have wanted this."
The hand on my shoulder was heavy with sorrow and unwanted empathy.
Wind whipped tangled hair across my face, away from that wide open space.
"Don't tell me how to grieve."
A sudden, jerking movement, a short step of numb emptiness. And then,
The Fall.
R&R! :)