Turn Around

Don’t stand there on the cliff edge
Telling yourself there is only one way.
How can there only be one,
when I have called to you for so long,
waving and pointing to all the other ways
to leave this precipice?
My voice is hoarse. My arms are tired
But I’ll keep standing here
Waiting for you
To stop telling yourself lies.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.