Walking the ancient pathway, at last Joseph reached the remote rock face and the hollowed rock know as Simons Seat. Relaxing he attempted to turn his thoughts to the tribes problem, without much success. Soon he was asleep, only to be woken by a terrifying scream…
Leaning over the jagged cliff face he saw the most magnificent hunting dog hanging half way down, it’s front leg caught in a crevice. Carefully Joseph inched his way to the bitch, using one hand to clamp himself to the cliff face, he took the weight of the dog.
In the last few days I have been shredding paper work! Now I intend to review the material that I have written over the last ten years. Although I will read every post on Friday Fictioneers, I am unlikely to comment for a time.
Today post is a hazily remembered clip from one of my unpublished novels.