I can do it. Take a deep breath. Reach forward. I am almost there. I can do it. I am not a wimp. I’ll prove you all wrong. Just don’t look down.
The human’s calloused fingers were slick with sweat as he clung to the branch of the pine tree. The boy could barely feel his legs any more for they had fallen asleep from immobility. He had come so close to the top, but then the reality of his situation had set in. The wind had begun to pick up and to ripple through his black hair. A gust of pine ne...
Published on May 24, 2013 13:13