Blue Ships Publishing

“My hands were red and raw. I’d been holding on to the rope for hours it seemed. I knew what would happen if I let go, but as gravity weighed on my body my sweaty hands slowly slid down to the end. I wanted to clinch the rope, but I knew I didn’t have the strength. ( I really wished I’d gone to the gym more often and practiced those pull-ups.) All I could do was hold on and wait for my friend who’d gone to get help or for some kind-hearted passerby to save me.