Today's prompt: cliffhanger.
Because I enjoy a good one every now and again. And I like torturing my readers with them too :)
Muscles burning with fatigue, sweat saturated skin, the sensation that the sun was focusing its heat on him alone, the forty feet of sheer rock face above him, and the one hundred foot drop to the forest’s edge below. None of these things can pry the smile from Marcus Danielson’s face.
Up here outside worries are given no time or space to grab hold of his mind. Marcus doesn’t think about the recent concerns he’s been having about his wife’s strange behaviour. He doesn’t even allow himself to remember the odd look she had given him when she passed him his climbing rope this morning. Every fibre of his being is focused on foot and handholds, both the ones he is currently making use of and those awaiting his tanned fingers and toes.
Marcus pauses in his ascent to hammer another spike into the rock, giving it a hard tug before moving on. It is a beautiful day for a climb and he is fortunate to have such an accepting supervisor who understands his deep need to get above and away from it all when work stresses approach unmanageable levels.
He may not be aware of thinking about any of this, but as his fingers slip off of the rock ledge above him and he begins to fall, one has to wonder whether his subconscious was fully concentrating on the dangers at hand.