I had been climbing the ladder for seventeen years. I had no apparent need of water, or food, or the need to relieve myself. I never slipped, never slowed. Seventeen years of hand, foot, hand, foot.
I could see nothing above or below, and only a brick wall to the front, side and rear. There was light, but I could not tell from where it emanated.
One morning- I thought that it was morning- I came upon a skeleton clinging to the rungs above me.
I passed it carefully and continued on. I knew there’d be more, in time.
I could see nothing above or below, and only a brick wall to the front, side and rear. There was light, but I could not tell from where it emanated.
One morning- I thought that it was morning- I came upon a skeleton clinging to the rungs above me.
I passed it carefully and continued on. I knew there’d be more, in time.
