Dear Mick has frightened me. From now I am going to write Only about, now what shall I write about, …got it, Stones. Dead Twigs, maybe? 🙂
…slowly, he inched his way along the ledge, his heart in his mouth. It was too late to even contemplate turning back now. The sun was sinking rapidly in the pale sky in front of him, dropping towards the distant plains that were almost hidden in the desert haze. It would be completely dark within the hour. For the first time, he knew real fear. He could never survive a night on this thin, narrow ledge – God knows, there was barely enough room to stand and almost nothing to hold on to. It was inevitable that he would slip off at some point. Even now, there was a thin skin of ice on much of the surface, and the terrible cold would descend as soon as the sun disappeared.
Gritting his teeth, he edged towards what looked like a slightly better foothold, and cried out in sudden terror as his foot…
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