Dying
I am failing this climb
Slipping down
Traction lost
Rendering my efforts useless
Animal instincts kicking in
Concentrate
Taking back what I’ve lost
I’m almost at the top; hang on tight!
Oh! Is that a rufous-headed hornbill?
Neat!
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Scott C Lillard
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The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
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