Ethereal stardust touched her; tickling, licking, tempting her forward. A thousand thousand glittering steps pulsed the way.
She stepped. And stepped.
One hesitant footfall at a time led her past an eternal tunnel of cosmic shimmering, but also to the edge of inevitable, gaping nothing. Here, there was no stardust, no glitter, no shimmer. Not even a chill, poetic wind whipped against her hesitant spirit, paused on the edge of infinity.
With no eyes to close, no throat to swallow, no resolve to strengthen; she stepped over the edge…
Looking back only once, at the discarded Earth-body far behind.
Based on the prompt from The Carrot Ranch Literary Community.
Chel Owens 
I wish this went in for longer. Loved this.
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Thank you. 🙂
It’s a 99-word prompt, with a 5-minute window during which no children interrupted me. 😀
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The power of the spirit is felt in your flash. I love this line: “With no eyes to close, no throat to swallow, no resolve to strengthen; she stepped over the edge…”
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Thank you, Charli. 🙂 That line’s in my top three.
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This is very good.
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Thank you! 🙂
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