Sep 11, 2020
The Climb
He was determined to master his fear of heights
Nick’s hands trembled as he dusted them from the powder bag. He glanced up at the rock wall. One hundred feet up.
“You’ve got this,” he whispered to himself as he began his ascent.
Hand over foot. Grasp, pull, grasp, pull.
“Don’t look down, just climb.”
He’d already mastered the twenty-five and fifty foot walls. He was determined to master this one too. No more fear.
Grasp, pull, grasp, pull. His right hand slipped. Panic rose up. His left hand caught the next handhold. He kept climbing. Higher. Higher.
With shaky hands, he rang the bell. He’d made it.
© 2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
For J.A. Taylor’s 4th September 2020 Weekly Centina prompt — 100 Percent.
Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.
