I would have posted this yesterday, but I was at a tech conference all day so I didn’t have time to write the story yesterday. No matter. It’s good to go now.
In other news: I wrote a 1000 word zombie story earlier this week. If you haven’t read it and want to just click the link. If you don’t want to, that’s fine too.
Check out the previous segments of Winger’s journey by visiting my Winger Drabbles page.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the party and you, dear minion, for reading.
Going Up? (The Winger Chronicles: Part 9)
The exit mocked and teased from high above. The top of the ladder sat bathed in bright light and descended quickly into the abyss- a daunting, endless string of rungs. His fingers found the nearest and locked on. His weight shifted onto the ladder. His face contorted in a pained wince as fire coursed through his bandaged arm.
He dropped off the ladder and unslung his pack. Even in the dark, he made quick work of tying a cord of rope into a makeshift harness.
He offered the other end to Liv. “Know how to tie a bowline?”