Children gathered around, anxious to make a start on our seaside walk. They’d been excited for weeks in anticipation of seeing the sea-worn cliffs.
Not long into the walk, I heard a scream. Adults checked. All were there.
Another scream.
Peering over the cliff edge, I saw a child. We phoned for help as I comforted her.
“I’m slipping!” she screamed.
I couldn’t stand the thought of doing nothing so I started down.
Grabbing the best handhold I could, “Take my hand.”
She couldn’t reach. I had to give up my footing relying on one handhold.
“He’s hanging off a cliff!” someone above called.
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Judie McEwen
January 10, 2012 at 04:04
GREAT part one, Ross! I hope someone saved both of you!!
Anita
January 10, 2012 at 17:41
Hope this ends well…I’ll be checking back next week to see! Nicely done. 🙂
Jenny Matlock
January 21, 2012 at 08:00
Hold on Ross! Hold on! You’re a hero.
I’m glad I’m behind in my reading for once…I will be able to find out still today what happens next!