The Seven Not So Deadly Sins
Hamartia stood on the very edge of a cliff, the golden glow of the evening sun illuminating her features. Hundreds of meters below, she could hear the faint sound of a river running towards the vast ocean. Chills shook her, although the day was warm and humid, only a slight breeze ruffled her long brown hair. The sky was clouded, reflecting her mood. Her right foot left the ground and dangled over the edge for a few seconds. Her balance shifted forth, but the fall didn’t come; a hand had caught her thin waist. Her breath caught as tears ran…
