Hanging
Excerpt: #144
File Under: #ActionAdventure
My grip started to fail. That’s when my nerves followed suit.
I had been dead hanging for some minutes now, and the sweat of my palms made the smooth
rock above greasy. It was so hot, down there. The descent into the crevice had required more and
more leaps of faith, and now I had a decision to make before my hands gave way and I fell to the
blackness below.
Do I swing to the rock face opposite, and hope to cling to some protruding rock, or drop down to
the ledge below? The height from the ledge I was hanging onto to the one below was further than
I had first thought, and the ledge above protruded out further than I would have liked. Could I
swing my legs and practically fly kick my way into the cave’s opening? I could land on my ass and fall backwards. I had gotten as close to the cave as I could.
“Come on… Come on, man… decide.”
Maybe I could strengthen my grip? Even an old rag to dry my hand would help…
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That’s it. The map! I could use the map to wipe the sweat.
But then I would risk damaging the only directions to the location of the Forbidden Scrolls room should I actually make it into the cave…
“Just drop, man.”
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
My forearm ached, my latissimus muscles burned from the stretch and now my fingers were gradually making the decision for me…
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