this morning #236.

this morning, safety was not guaranteed. he liked to say that he liked living life on the edge but he’d finally taken things too far. barring a miracle or outside help, today would mark the end of an error. terror began to build inside as snow began to fall all around. he looked down at his leg. bent & busted & bleeding from the crash off the cliff. as it stood, he was down & out and all his daring was useless. down the hill, he spotted a chance fellow traveler but his cries for help soon turned to tears as he grasped that he was out of earshot. he would either have to painfully drag himself for miles & maybe die or just give up & die on top of this mountain. he chose the option with the better view.