Only the few people she’d told knew about this place and each year, she would take her 4-by-4 up the rugged hills and mountains to this very spot. At the top of the mountain is the spot where her dad is buried when he died jumping out of an airplane with a malfunctioned parachute. She would never forget all the times they’d jumped together, with him above her counting the seconds before it was time to pull the rip-chord. It’s sure sad she would now have no one to do those things the way she did them with her dad.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.