I don’t normally reblog, preferring to use my own content, but I loved this flash fiction piece and wanted to share it, you can also read part 2 here – http://abolg.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/moving-forwards-part-2/
‘Almost,’ Rodger shouted against the wind, his cold fingers clutching the aluminium rungs of the rope ladder growing numb.
Frederick cupped his ear with one hand. He looked so small all the way up there.
‘Never mind,’ said Rodger, but the wind drowned his voice. He looked down on the white stones below. They looked like a path, about three or four metres wide and on each side, water, as far as the eye could see.
From the dimension machine where Frederick still sat, they had been able to see more. Further down the path there seemed to be more land, perhaps a string of islands. His safety harness was uncomfortably tight. He craned his neck to look down the path, as he clicked himself out of the safety line.
A strong gust made the rope ladder buckle like a rodeo bull. Rodger’s fingers slipped. And he fell. He twisted…
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