FFfAW: To the Brink

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Photo Credit: Ellespeth’s Friend

There were gasps of horror from below as he continued his perilous journey along the scaffolding. The ferocious gusts of wind a friend to no man, hindered his every step, but he resolutely moved on.

Cries of… stop….don’t do it…could be heard above the howling breeze but he paid no attention.

He was almost nearing the edge; this was it and for the first time he swallowed, hard. He’d simply called his wife and told her he’d be late and nothing from his tone made her suspect otherwise.

The shouts below were getting louder, it was now or never, he lunged forward and grabbed the mewing ball of fur, but not before he stumbled and clutched the metal bar above, steadying himself with a jerk. This was followed by simultaneous covering of mouths and exclamations of relief and pointing.

His climb down seemed to take longer than the one up but with his last step on solid ground he was greeted with hugs and applause, as he handed the scared kitten to its owner.