STEPPING IN THE SALAD (7)
'I ran to the Downs ('til I reached Seven Sisters). My tendons were swollen, my soles worn to blisters. He followed me there, and he stood as I stared at the sea far below. . . .
'No, I wasn't that scared.'
'So dramatic, my dear. Do continue, I pray.'
'I stared at the sea, which was turquoise blue, but, I couldn't decide what was best I should do. I knew I could jump; I am ever so brave. But, I couldn't commit to a watery grave.
'It was, after all, such a nice sunny day.'
The Priestess snorted.
'For his part he didn't much care for the edge, so he stayed on the path and held tight to a hedge. "Look here,'' he opined as he clung to the gorse. "If you were to jump I'd be full of remorse".'
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