Flash Fiction: Over the Edge
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Over the Edge
Charles sold his house when the asteroid hit, against the protestations of his wife. He told her about the rumors, about the rock at the bottom that could see into the future. He told her that he never liked the house anyway.
He spent his last penny on the mule at Cliff's Edge. It was strong enough to hold the supplies for the journey and his wife, but she stayed just outside the gate, tears on her cheeks, pleas on her lips. Charles went over the edge anyway.
His mule collapsed halfway through the descent, but fortune would smile upon him again, as another traveler passed by him, just a little too close to the edge. He could have sworn he saw the other man stumble on a rock, but he couldn't be sure.
His new mule made the descent quickly, but all he found at the bottom was the wreckage of what he had become.