Writing Prompts Day 9

Day 9 of the daily prompts:

Grasp

The last move before the fall, I could feel it in my whole body as I tensed up to push my legs up to grasp the ledge. My right hand slipped off the small crimp I was holding tight, and I flew down to the rock underneath me, rolling down it to the hole I had climbed up.

I felt my heart race. The slip had graded the skin of my fingers. They felt raw and numb from pain. It tried to collect my nerves to do it again. I got almost to the ledge, and again, my ...