CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

I heaved again and higher. Up and towards the cliff edge, seeing it as the only safe ground for me. Everything else had sunk below, caving into a bottomless pit.

I reached for a grape branch that stuck out from the wall and grabbed it, before raising my left hand and into another conclave that rested inside. The space was enough and solid too, and my eyes met another just above it to the right.

I pushed myself forward and placed my feet inside the one where my left hand currently was, then placed my right hand in the space I had seen next to it; moving my left hand to another grass steeple.

I continued moving, finding holes, placing my hands and feet, then leaping and moving higher, getting closer and closer to the cliff edge. I counted the process as I moved. One for a hand, Two for another, Three for a leg, and four for a leap.

I tried to keep my mind occupied as I tried not to think of falling, or the heavy wind blowing that dangerously facilitated it.

I moved while breathing heav