My Craft Very Short Stories

Left Hanging on Craigmore Rock

He dug into the rock face deeper with his right hand while he swung his left hand up to meet it. He now hung over the gorge too tired to pull himself up and too centered in self-worth to let go. He swung closer to the edge hoping to find a foothold. He swung back away from an edge too far to offer anything to grab. He felt the tension in his fingers.

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He looked down to the bottom. A hell of a drop. He began to release when she grabbed both arms and pulled him onto the canyon lip.

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