I am beautiful, I know. Desirable. My father decreed: whosoever crosses the canyon on a silken thread shall claim me. Princes and peasants alike have tried, and perished.
I look down. The canyon yawns under my bare feet. The thread catches between my toes. I have almost won.
Christine Hanolsy 
Such a great story for International Women’s Day! 😀 You’ve got me hanging in suspense–and yelling, “No, don’t look down, girl!”
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I’m kind of tempted to turn this into something longer…
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Oh, please do!
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I love the imagery in this piece and the way in which you’ve evoked the senses. There is so much depth in this short piece!
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This piece created such gorgeous imagery in my mind, lovely!
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Love the sense of atmosphere and suspense here. It gave me chills. I want this gal to finish and be the hero of her tale.
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The canyon yawning and the thread between her toes gives such visceral and tactile feeling to this. I’m rooting for her escape.
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