Time again for Flash Friday hosted by Rebekah Postupak. This week – a 150 word (exactly) story based on the photo prompt above. After reading by entry, click > HERE < to see the rest of the entries. Enjoy!
Jalinth found a small handhold in the cliff’s nearly sheer side and pulled himself up another foot. He then lodged his foot in a crevice to give his hand and arms some relief. He had been doing this over and over for hours now, trying to gain access to the bridge path near the half-way point of the mountain.
His arms and legs ached and he felt so near the point of exhaustion that his breathing would hitch every few intakes. His mind whirled and he started the ordeal again.
With herculean effort, he pulled himself up to where his eyes cleared the edge. Not daring to smile lest the energy sap him completely and he fall to his death, he swung over and onto the two-foot wide ledge at the bridge. He translated the Chinese lettering on the pass itself, written in bold red strokes: