The picture prompt from Lillie at Five Sentence Fiction had me wondering how people can do this sort of thing and what there back up teams are like!
Another Bloody Saturday
That’s it, just jump, don’t think of me, not that you ever do. Same every bloody Saturday, I clamber up some god-forsaken mountain with you, carrying all your gear, so that you can have a good time and then I have to walk all the way back down again on my own. It would be nice, one weekend, to do what normal people do, a bit of shopping maybe, or a walk in the park. I’ve tried telling you how much I hate all of this but you never listen. By the way, something I should’ve mentioned before you jumped – I didn’t pack your parachute.