

A goat climbed the mountain and leapt from the edge. I saw it all, but I didn’t move an inch from the bench where I had been sitting for hours. A loud splash echoed from below. The sea swallowed the goat.
The breeze stopped blowing. The trees stopped swaying. Birds stopped chirping.
A few seconds later, the goat was back at the edge. I still didn’t move. A loud splash again.
The goat appeared again. This time beside me on the bench, sitting with its four legs up in the air.
“Why didn’t you scream to stop me?” it asked. “You were given a second chance to save me.”
“Why do I stop someone who wants to explore the depth of the sea?”
The goat looked at me with scorn.
“You’re a goat,” I added. “You would have still jumped.”
The goat laughed. “You’re right.”
It was gone, and the breeze began to blow again.
[Written for Fiction on the Bench: https://www.instagram.com/p/DYOUWSciAQ7/?img_index=1]