#FWF Free Write Friday: Trust

“Follow the traces of blood” he said, and she did. Step by step, along the ever rising path, below the high cliffs, she found little drops of scarlet wetness.

A large rock stopped her, it was impassable. On the rock was an arrow, showing the chasm, all the way down to the valley. Below the arrow were his initials. He had left his mark. She looked down the abyss: so far down she would fall.

She jumped.