Reddish-brown ledges capped with green growth stretched into the distance. The sky was clear as a painting. He felt the warmth of the sun against his skin. It was like a postcard but could touch and smell it. He’d never felt so alive.

Then the ledge gave way. Gravity latched onto him like a hell-fiend, snaring him in unbreakable bonds. Rock sped past him as the ground far below grew closer and closer. The air hit his face so hard he was surprised he didn’t loose any teeth.

He struck the earth like a watermelon and that was that.

He threw up his arms in frustration as the program faded away.

“I wanted a nice view,” he snapped, “not to smack face-first into a load of rocks. I felt that.”

The program operator shrugged. “It’s a genuine experience. Maybe next time you shouldn’t sit so close to the edge.”

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Grant-Sud for providing the prompt photo!

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    Haha great twist, the perils of virtual reality, excellent 🙂

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  2. michael1148humphris says:

    You had me there, I did not see virtual reality coming🙂

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  3. LOL! I love your spin to the prompt. Haha! He fell off the cliff. Cute story J.A.!

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  4. mandibelle16 says:

    Ah like virtual reality. But too real for this guy apparently lol.

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  5. yarnspinnerr says:

    I enjoyed where you took this one. Great write.

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  6. afairymind says:

    Great twist, J.A. – I didn’t see that coming. Even in virtual reality you have to stay away from the edge!

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