Freefalling: Prosery

Claude Monet, The Cliffs at Etretat


A twig snaps. Is that young backpacker following me?

I turn, but no one is there. I go back to my hotel, noting everything and everyone, like a cat alert and waiting to leap. Trust no one, I think. I mention to the hotel clerk that I’m off to Avignon to visit an aunt. I take a taxi to the train station, then from there, another taxi to the airport. I book a flight to Bonn; using an alias, I book another flight to London to gather more puzzle pieces, hoping for a fit.

On the plane, I think of how I once jumped, freefalling in space, in time. I sit thousands of feet above the sea remembering. How much I thought was true was not. Can one love an enigma? Enigma. Paul. Something he said on the cliffs. What was it?

I’m hosting dVerse today. My prompt is “In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea” from May Sarton’s poem,”Meditation in Sunlight”

This is a continuation of my spy series. The first line was the last line in the previous episode, which you can read here.