FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: I Climb

Up.

Up.

I climb.

Step after step.

Reaching for the obscured summit.

Where an unknown fate lays waiting for me.

With each tedious step, I grow more doubtful that I’ll reach the top.

I cannot stop, cannot look down; for if I do, I will neither make it back down nor to my destination.

The light at the top shines like a beacon of hope, edges me forward to take those last precious steps as my lungs gasp for the thinning air and my tired legs shake uncontrollably.

 

copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

——88 words—–

Only 88 words because I based the word count for each sentence in the Fibonacci sequence and the next number in the sequence would have put me well over 100.  I thought the spiraling effect played well with the picture. I often use this form in poetry with syllable count. Let me know what you think.

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