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The Climb

He couldn’t look down… He was already too high up on the cliff. He knew if he did he’d fall for sure. Normally Fred would have looked up to chart his path, but a thick fog was preventing him from seeing more than the handholds in front of him.

This has to be the worst climb he’d ever tried he thought to himself. Pushing up to the next hand and foothold Fred took a deep breath. There was a chill down his spine, and he felt the cold starting to tense up his muscles. This wasn’t good. He had to keep climbing. Slowly he reached out for the next grip and the next. He couldn’t chart a path because he couldn’t see. He just hoped he would reach the top.