A Tiny Climb

Above Padley, on that outcrop, both frowning as we looked at the drop and the elephantine-arsed nature of the thing, a little thing clicked in my head. It was a latch, dropping open, and letting memories out. I could do this blindfolded. I was allowed to, if I wanted. So I stepped up on the huge holds that suddenly appeared, and there it was. The top. And you followed, gammy shoulder and all. I wish we had kissed up there. We should have. X