Grandmamma and Grandpapa Lowenbrau, Mother, Little Wendy, and the “Danger twins” stared in horror.
“Eunice, I strictly forbid it!”
Great Aunt Eunice was recalcitrant.
“If you do this Eunice I will never speak to you again!”
Eunice moved closer to the edge of the bridge.
“Eunice Dear!” Grandmamma was getting desperate. ”Don’t break your sister’s heart!”
Eunice scuffed a pebble from the parapet which tumbled sickeningly into the void.
“Oh Eunice! Please!” wailed Grandmamma, tears pouring from her cheeks astonishing even herself.
“Tut tut tut” said Great Aunt Eunice, and jumped.
Those below saw what appeared to be a closed lace parasol shoot downwards off the bridge until it resolved itself into Eunice hurtling to the ground.
Eunice, feet first, connected with the pavement at the very moment the bungy rope reached its full extension.
With a loud “PING!” Eunice shot back skywards, into the outstretched arms of her sister, the only sign of her flight, her pair of hobnail boots neatly placed on the pavement below.
“Well that is just typical.” Sighed mother.
Thanks to Dawn M. Miller for the photo prompt for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. I was intrigued to see the pair of boots below the bridge in the photo which led me to Great Aunt Eunice’s adventure.
The featured image I took looking down on the river Rance from Dinan. The immense bridge which spans the valley is quite astonishing and the river below, truly beautiful. Alas, we did not have time to get down to the water and explore.
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