Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Hold My Hand

“Hold my hand!” Frank shouted over the din. Wind whipped by as the pair stood precariously over the deep gorge. Jenny reached out for Frank, her fingers mere inches away from his outstretched hand. “Come on baby, you can do it.”

“I can’t!” she shouted as her hands grabbed a hold of the rock face in front of her. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. “I just can’t do it.”

“You can do it, I know you can.”

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