At the end of it all, James and I position ourselves on the bridge. We gauge the rapids. Cabal is barking from his perch on Devil’s Rock. Whoever reaches it first has claim to him. On the count of three, we jump.
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Great job Kymm. There is a lot at stake here - fershure!
ReplyDeleteWoof! Thanks, Thom!
DeleteI can feel the suspense, the desperation, and the need. This is a great piece. ♥
ReplyDeleteFantastic to hear that. Thank you, Kathy!
DeleteGreat work
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ruby!
DeleteSo vivid! I was looking over the edge of that bridge, checking our the water.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tina! Keep dry, though, those rapids are rough.
DeleteHigh stakes indeed!
ReplyDeleteYou know it! Thank you, Laura!
DeleteVivid, immediate images and action. Very clear story, here.
ReplyDeleteFound you on Yeah, Writes. Looking forward to more!
Best to you,
Sally
Thank you for those kind words, and for the visit, Sally!
DeleteYou took me there. Yikes! Good one, Kymm!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan! So happy for the company : )
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