I plummeted, yes, that’s the only word for it, I plummeted through the thick and chill early morning air unravelling coils of mist that attempted to snare me as I fell. Buffeted and pummelled, I felt goose-pimples erupt across my exposed skin, and there was time enough to feel my damp hair whip back and forth in the funnel of turbulence left in my wake.
I closed my eyes.
My body shrieked and my mind fogged as I smacked into the water, and panic rose like a phoenix from ashes, and as I swirled down, embraced, welcomed by the depths of the lake, I wondered…for the first time, I wondered.
Had it really been a good idea to pack so many pebbles into so many pockets?
Photograph by Lisa Shambrook
The Last Krystallos 
Great Story … I like the imagery and the forlorn humore at the end – not quite what I would think … clever! Robert
Lisa, you've done it again! Your stories are uniquely yours – with your fluid and evocative imagery. Really enjoyed this :))
Great use of the prompt and what wonder description and the pebbles in the pockets. How long can you hold your breath?
I agree with the others, the imagery in this is fantastic and I love the pebbles. Nicely done!
The descriptions are rich and full of life. I love the line 'and panic rose like a phoenix from ashes.' I also love the bit of humor in the last line. Great picture too!!
Yeowch! I love "I plummeted through the thick and chill early morning air unravelling coils of mist that attempted to snare me as I fell." Beautiful language and imagery!
I agree with the others, the imagery is finely tuned in this story, leaving us to wonder about how she ended up plummeting. Delightful!
Great descriptions here. I think it probably wasn't a good idea – the pebbles. Nice one.
Really creative take on the prompt! Nicely done 🙂
Ouch! I felt that tumble…Great touch of humour at the end.