This is my snippet this week for SFFSat. SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. Please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here.
CONTENT ADVISORY: this snippet again contains an amount of bad language. Sorrel is not a lady.
Blondie pointed at the rope bridge again.
“Volging lafquass, Blondie!” I swore. “You expect me to cross that?” Knowing that he couldn't understand me only added to my vituperation.
There was nowhere else for me to go. I just had to find the strength and get on with it. I scowled at Blondie again, and stepped onto the bridge.
Believe me, I'd much rather be in an aeroplane at ten thousand feet than on a fragile rope bridge forty feet over a churning river. The spray from the rapids meant the ropes were slick, and as I moved over the walkway the roar of the water became deafening. The universe is fundamentally unfair – all that water, and I couldn’t do anything to quench my thirst.
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