#FiveSentenceFiction: Trust (part 2)

My hands were now pitiful lumps of red flesh, raw from the descent, I could no longer feel my arms. The rope passed through a narrow gully, between two sharp needles of granite, above me I could guess at the cold dawn. I took advantage of the two vertical walls, pressing my back on one … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Trust (part 2)