By Scott L Vannatter – October 17, 2014
It had been a horrible drop from the lookout spot and Gerand had screamed when he tripped on that small stone by the railing.
Now, it seemed, something else was amiss, as he had been falling for several minutes and had not yet hit the ground.
He thought that his poor heart would not last to the end, but that did not seem to be the case as he continued to tumble, first end-over-end then, learning how to straighten, feet first for hours.
Now, it had been days and he was actually becoming quite bored with the entire manner and wished to all who might listen (and those who wouldn’t) that he would strike and be done with the entire mess.
Cheryl watched as her husband lay in the coma for the second week and was happy that, at least, he was unaware of what the short fall had done to him.