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A Story Which Could Have Ended Badly …
RWDrabble 2.0.133 : quarter
It was a bridge to who knows where, one of those rope bridges that gave easy access from one part of the island to the other, or so we thought.
Judging by our rudimentary map, it was the easiest access to our quarters as well.
We’d been welcomed into the Bougainville Hash House Harriers group on our arrival, but this was our first run … not a competitive run, but one that would demand a significant level of problem-solving.
“Yes or no?” Edward asked. “It looks like it would save us at least a quarter of our time.”
“And that would look good for us. Let’s do it.”
And so tentatively, eyes focused ahead, avoiding the rocky river below, we started out one step at a time, one after the other.
The bridge seemed to be used to carrying ten sturdy humans. It swayed a little, but not enough to inspire fear in us.
And just when eight of us had safely dismounted, the rope gave way, leaving two of our colleagues clinging to their ropes.
Luckily, they landed clear of the rocky parts of the river, welcomed delightfully by a thunderous indigenous applause.
