She had a few lunchtime walks that she liked but decided to
try something new. A dirt track following the river, rising cliff like above
the water. Walking along the edge she saw a rope dangling, just out of reach.
Thick, sturdy rope with knots for climbing, hanging down from the sky. A gust
of wind made it sway. Impulsively she snatched at it. She’d a firm hold but
poor footing. Its fall or climb she thought, so she climbed.
She climbed til her arms ached. Fearing she would fall, she
pushed on until she reached a cliff face. She pulled herself through the dirt. The
cliff was the same as the one she just left. Only the rope was tied off to a rock
with another hanging from the sky. Forgetting her toil, she again climbed
again. Pulling herself up, she found what could be the same cliff, with yet another
rope hanging down. She staggered back to
the office.
“You look like someone who used to work here, her name was Ambition,”
her boss said.
“Rising to fast, too soon in life renders you unrecognisable
to those that knew you,” she replied, returning to the cliff to climb.
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