The edge could refer to so many interesting things. The sharp edge of a knife, the point of extreme stress when you feel yourself going over the edge, the edge of a cliff or the ornate edge of a pretty piece of embroidery.
When I saw Charli’s prompt for this week it reminded me of an event from my past when I was climbing up the slope of a cliff that dropped down to the sea at a remote beach in Cape Town. I was quite a naughty girl and my parents had their hands full with my three younger sisters so I had a lot of freedom to run wild and explore and get into mischief. I never told my Mother this story as I thought she might put an end to my adventuring.
“The gentle slope at the top of the cliff suddenly plunged down to the sea below. White tipped waves boiled over the rocks that poked up like blunt knives.
The small girl spotted a bright blue flower halfway down the slope. She was carefully climbing down towards the flower, holding on to an overhanging vine, when its root gave way. She felt herself rolling towards the edge of the drop and grabbed out at a small plant growing nearby. It held. She carefully climbed up the slope using plants and embedded rocks as foot and hand holds.”
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Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town