Phil was strapping a kid-sized yellow plastic helmet onto Scott’s head and a harness onto his body. “It has to be safe. The place would close down if they consistently used the damned thing to feed the animals, think about it. Did Rose and Ian say you couldn’t do it?” “Rose and Ian have no clue where we are. You said we were going for cold drinks. It’s awfully high up don’t you think?” “That’s why we’re in harnesses on a zip line. We’re not base jumping, that would be stupid.” Phil put Scot on the ladder in front of him and Scott started climbing. “Yeah Phil. Having a parachute would be stupid. It’s much smarter to be attached to a wire with a metal clip somebody bought at Costco out of a bin, especially when you’re going over about fifty things that would kill you without batting an eye.” “Don’t be stupid Scott. If the line breaks, the fall will kill you. The gators will just clean up the mess. Ready?” They’d reached the platform and Scott felt woozy. Phil saw him start to sway and noticed he’d gone pale. He made a decision based on these observations. “You’re goin’ first. I don’t want you throwin’ up on the platform. You’ll be down there in no time. Look! There’s everyone else! They’re lookin’ at us, wave!” - Heart of Clay
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 05:27:36 +0000
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