Flash Fiction

It was a difficult and extreme climb.  The satisfaction on reaching the summit was so exhilarating that I jumped and punched the air, and fell.

The rock was hard and I bounced as I hit the first outcrop.  I felt every impact and the way each twisted my body.  I even had time to notice a piton we had failed to remove on the way up.

As I lay at the foot of the plummet with a heel in the small of my back and bone protruding from my forearm, I thought of all the heights I hadn’t yet climbed.