Bomb(s)

He took one final breath and he neared the edge and leapt high and far into the air. Hopefully he'd make it to his target. Better yet, he hoped he passed hist target.

Of course he had done this a couple times, but this time, he wanted to show his friends how tough he actually was. He chose the highest point and made his way up there, wondering if it was the smartest of ideas on his climb.

Nope, it wasn't, but at least it was going to be fun.

He had justified wearing shoes just in case the water really was that hard. His friend sat below, waiting for him to scale his goal.

It took him a moment at the top, not only to catch his breath, but also to steady his nerves. As he looked over the edge, all he could think about was that scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Not exactly the image needed at that particular moment.

He sucked it up, took one final breath and he sprinted towards the edge, leaping as far and high as he could.

Looking down was his first mistake, "Fuck, this is a lot higher than 35 feet..."

It was a weird feeling in the air, falling, arms flailing. Time seemed to go by super fast, with everything around him moving in slow motion.

He didn't even feel the water as the bubbles exploded around him.