Amanda eased herself over the edge of the cliff trying to keep her mind empty of any thought or emotion.
‘Going over the top’ had been explained to her as being the worst moment. It was best ‘not to think too much and just get on with the abseil.’
But the sky was aquamarine blue above, the rock that emerged in front of her tautly controlled face was hard, grey and unyielding and, so far down below, the tiny figures of her friends looked up, some in friendly support and others in scarcely hidden terror, but none with any possibility of doing anything to help in an emergency.
Amanda’s foot slipped and suddenly the world inside her whirled even faster than her body rotated on the end of her abseiling line. Bile welled up in her throat as she tightly closed and then forced open her tear filled eyes. There was no rock face in front of her now, just emptiness and white, puffy clouds. The fingers of her hands, trembling in front of her on the line, were bled white with terror.
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Bye for now
Rob
(Rob Hopcott - online author and abseiling wimp)
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