“I can support you on your shoulder” Gordon suggested pointing at his thin shoulders. I felt the need to laugh. He looked so weak and frail.
“You are serious? I would break you”. Gordon stared at me as if he was saying that I had no other option. Anyway, that was the only way I could get down the cliff. Gordon clung unto the rope after looking below worriedly. He heaved a deep sigh before motioning me to climb.
The additional weight on the rope made it tighten, it made my heart feel like it was being weighed by a needle. I circled my legs around Gordon’s neck then used my less injured arm to support my upper body. I could feel Gordon stiffen slightly under me when I sat on him, I was a serious burden on his shoulder… like literally. I stared at the rocks below cautiously, a single mista
