The Fire Within
HIGH ALTITUDE – PART V
In the last installment of High Altitude…
Friction
The lift creaked and swayed beneath us, suspended by thick cables and blind faith.
R. Adrian Thorne
The run had helped. For a while.
My legs were rubber by the time we got back to the cabin. I could still feel the vibration of the slope in my knees — the carving, the speed, the moment halfway down when Matt looked back at me and grinned like nothing in the world could touch us.
But now?
