#writephoto: Smashed

My entry in Sue Vincent's Thursday #writephoto challenge: CONFLAGRATION

"Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning." She repeated the phrase her father taught her. It wasn't really a red sky, more orange, but it took her mind off her predicament.

Anyone passing by, not that anyone would, might think she was crouching there on purpose. "Not on your life would I be here on purpose." She laughed, now she was talking to herself. But if she didn't laugh, she might cry.

"One more time!" She tried to extricate herself again, pushing with her feet and hands, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her ankle as well as the searing scrapes on both her legs. Three times and nothing changed. She sank down took stock of her situation once more.

"This would be funny if I weren't here alone." She'd been hiking and snagged her shorts on a bush. As she attempted to untangle herself, they tore completely and fell to her ankles. Losing her balance, she slid down the boulder she'd been standing on. Her rapid descent was stopped when she slid into a narrow crevice where she now found herself trapped.

Something glinted as the sun continued it's descent. "My cell phone!" She stretched to the limit of her arm and then stretched some more, her fingertips just hitting the edge of the phone. She wiggled them, trying to entice it closer but ended up sending it skittering further away.

Of course at that moment, the phone rang. "Damn!" She reached again, using all her strength. "C'mon body! You can do it!" Surprisingly, however she had managed to twist, her body was released from the confined space.

"Yes!" She scooped up the phone and answered, the words tumbling out. "Jack? Yes. Sorry, I'm a bit breathless. I know. I'm late. I'm headed down now. Meet you at the bottom."


And that was how Jill came down the hill to meet Jack.