I opened my eyes to dirt, feeling the side of my face pressed into it. Only my eyes moved as I looked up the steep hill to the sun setting behind its peak.
I don’t even know how I got down there; I guess I’d been on the edge without noticing, I mistook the wind rushing through my hair for running when I’d been falling.
For a while I didn’t move. I thought if I just rested, if I didn’t even try, I’d have the energy to climb out later; but I didn’t.
I tried to walk up it but in just a few steps I’d slide back down. If it was too steep to stand then I’d crawl.
I’d made it up a few feet when a hand lowered into my vision. My gaze followed the arm to a young and cheerful boy, a stoic woman standing beside him. Their faces were a little blurry but still I recognized them, I’d written them.
“Aren’t you going to take it?” she asked.
Looking back at his hand I grabbed it.
She took my other hand and they pulled m