fff, rushed
big-up jj because he's my man with the plan.
for this week's flash fiction friday, we had to include:
A Rope
A Dope
A Grope
Hope
A Slope
i pelted downhill as if my life depended on it, tempted to drop and roll in the hope of going faster – shouldn’t it be easier going down than climbing up the slope? what i needed was a grappling hook and a really long rope to make use of that huge rock near the peak with the gorgeous view i was unceremoniously leaving behind, but without that i could only hope that i’d get there in time on foot.
i tried to remind my feet that downhill was faster, but they pretended not to know what i was talking about.
when i’d started down, i knew that the first part would be slowest, but thought that this long slow drop would be quicker to navigate. by now i was more than a little anxious about making it back in time.
“this is why they call it dope,” i muttered, “because it makes you stupid…i am officially a dope.”
no time for self-pity, though. had to get there.
i tried to pick up the pace, scared that gravity’s advantage on the downhill would pull my feet faster than my body could keep up, and simultaneously that it wouldn’t.
i needed to get there.
just as i thought i was about to be a right mess, just when i thought i’d end up embarrassing myself after all efforts to the contrary, just when i thought i’d never try this type of adventure again – i saw the 1st car.
i knew i’d been one of the 1st out in the morning, so my car couldn’t be far away now. i could hold on just a few moments longer and get there, but i had to get there. the pressure was increasing at an alarming rate and the sense of inevitability that accompanied it was mounting exponentially.
i finally got to the car, fumbling for keys well before i was in range. i popped the doors, leaned into the backseat, and groped around until i found it.
i grabbed it triumphantly. i'd made it!
i don’t think a roll of toilet paper has felt so soft and welcoming since that moment, just before i ducked off into the bushes.
walk good.
5 Comments:
oh my word trini... that was hysterical! brilliant suspense build up- you made me choke on a mouthful of peanutbutter sandwich!
Super!!! What a surprise the ending was, I can really relate to this...
~Calli~
Loved the ending! Definately didn't know where it was going prior that.
heh.
To quote the Tick, "gravity is harsh mistress." The call of nature is an even harsher mistress, nice twist!
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