‘Jump’ – A Short Story

“Go on,” he said softly, his deep voice resonating in my ears; “jump.”

I grinned brightly, and without turning to look at him, I shook my head. My hair, which was coiled into a ponytail at the time, swished across my shoulders. As it did, I sensed that it hit something. Before I could swivel around, his lips were on my neck, his breath warming my cheek as it exited his nostrils. A squeal escaped my lips, and I curled my arm backward around his neck, giving him a funny side hug as I drew him closer.

“The water can’t be that cold,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“If you think so,” I proposed, “go ahead and see for yourself.” I took a step forward on the dock, bringing him with me. The wooden platform groaned beneath our weight.

“Quit foolin’ around.” He came up around my side and gave me a side hug with both arms; I could feel his heart beating against my triceps. “Hop in.”

Shifting my right foot to one side, evening out my weight, I studied the water for a moment. The dock protestingly creaked again, and I stiffened when he said, “Or I’ll make ya.”

I turned my head toward him, smiling again when my auburn ponytail softly whipped his face. “You wouldn’t do that to me fully dressed, would you?” I said imploringly.

Holding my gaze, he lowered his right arm and let it slide down my spine until he reached the back pockets of my jean shorts. I raised my eyebrows ever so slightly, at the same moment he smiled coyly and slid my phone out of one of the pockets. “Now you’re ready,” he said matter-of-factly.

In a couple of quick movements, I unstrapped the gold wristwatch from my wrist, placing it where he’d dropped my phone on the grass, a safe distance from the water. “No, now I’m ready.”

At both of us moving our weight around, the wooden planks let out another loud complaint. I hardly noticed as I moved out of his reach by prancing down the dock.

“I’ll only hop in if you make me,” I declared with another smile.

Unfortunately, the dock had other plans. With one final creak, it broke loose from whatever was keeping it tied to land and sunk down, plunging me into the water with it. Before I could rise to the surface, he was in there right beside me.

We spent the rest of the afternoon laughing as we composed short conversations back and forth, splashing the other with the water from our very own lake in between smiles. My phone rang and buzzed several times, but not once did I respond to it. As the sun set in the sky behind the tall trees, we crawled out onto the bank, wringing out our clothes and continuing to talk, a very sweet way to end my favorite night of the summer.

24 thoughts on “‘Jump’ – A Short Story

    1. Thank you so much, Stella! πŸ’• I found that picture while browsing Pixabay last night – that website is my favorite place to find story inspiration! I wrote Jump in one sitting after seeing that picture, and I stayed up later than I usually do to write it. πŸ˜‚ It was worth it!

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      1. You totally should! Yeah, I was really inspired and so I just wrote. I did edit things a little bit before posting today lol, but the majority of it I wrote last night. It was crazy!

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  1. Love this! πŸ˜€ What a great short story! I wondered when the pier started to creak if it was going to break and someone would get wet. πŸ’¦ Also, it’s neat that you never called anyone by name, so it’s up to the readers to imagine that. 😊

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    1. Aww thank you so much for reading it, Grace! I appreciate your feedback! Haha yes, it was quite a rickety pier πŸ˜‚ yeah! I don’t even have chosen names for them in my head, lol, so that was interesting.

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      1. πŸ™‚ It was my pleasure! I also read a couple more of your short stories, as you probably saw from the likes; I didn’t realize you wrote short stories before I followed you, and it has been so much fun to read them. πŸ˜€

        That’s neat! πŸ™‚ I’ve done that too. And besides, sometimes choosing names is really hard!

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      2. Ah yes I did notice! That was very sweet of you:) In my time of blogging since then, I’ve been more focused on writing about life instead of creative writing, but I’m wanting to get back into coming up with short stories! I agree; name choosing can be hard!

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