Roger Shipp is our host for the Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner
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With every step he chastised himself. What the hell was he doing here? He hated heights and the great chasm swam endlessly beneath him.
All in the name of Lurve, he thought sarcastically.
Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he inched his hands down the rope keeping his feet firmly planted on the rockface, just as they had shown him in training.
‘How’s the view?’ came a voice from the bowels of the earth below.
‘How the hell should I know!’ he called back. ‘I’ve got my eyes shut!’
‘Not far to go now and don’t worry. Going back up is a lot easier!’
‘It is? How so…………….?’
‘There’s an elevator…………….’ and her laughter echoed out of the emptiness.