Thursday, September 29, 2016

100 Words a Day 940

Everyone turned when they heard the scream, grabbing their rope and digging in. There was only a hole in the ice where James should have been. Scott yanked furiously on his rope, finding that it ended in a rough cut rather than his friend’s safety harness. Heedless of the danger, he rushed to the hole and looked down. It was dark.

“James!” he shouted.

No response.

He felt a strange sensation beneath him. Looking up, he saw the solid ice appeared to shift and change, the hole slowly closing. Scott grabbed his ice ax and began chipping at the ice.

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