New Heights

She stepped forward. Her helmet was secure. The harness was waiting, carabiners jangling.
After a couple of clicks, she called out,"Spotters ready?" They answered,"Ready!" "On belay?" "Belay on!" "Climbing!" "Climb on!"
And one foot up, two feet up, grasping fingers, getting her footing, higher and higher, she scaled the wall.
Cheers and whoops escorted her down as she trusted the one who held her securely, lower and lower.
There is always one who holds the rope securely.

Comments

[Michaela]

ur so dramatic

[Missy]

Submit this! For the love of all that's stellar in writing, submit this somewhere!!! Just sayin'...