Five-Hundred Word Challenge 704: Stopping at Options

Alright, so there they were, looking over the edge and trying to suss out as to whether the journey was worth it. Of course the journey is worth it sometimes, but this was a long drop and a slow climb down. It was going to take a lot of time and there were other ways around.

Those other ways around were significantly safer, but of course they were significantly longer to match. Whilst this was a long descent with a great deal of danger, it was also much faster. Could cut the trip down by days which meant less resource strain.

They looked over the edge whilst lying down. The lowest point, whilst visible, seemed rather small from the vantage point. They backed away until they were safe, got up and surveyed the elevated region in which they were currently located. It just didn’t seem to stop. It didn’t seem to descend. The turnoff to go to where they needed to go was somewhere out there, but it just didn’t exist when viewed from this particular location.

There were decisions that needed to be made, but they were not able to be thought about and deliberated over on an empty stomach, so they decided to consider the rest of the day one of rest and set up camp.

The afternoon was early when they began and it was about in the middle of its passing by the time they finished. Had they chosen to set up later, then they would have made good progress either way they went.

Soon the fire was going, water was boiling and food was being prepared. Soon after they were sitting there, eating and letting the walk of the morning fade away. What they were eating was nothing too special; it was just for sustenance. However, after pushing hard between their waking and their stopping, the food tasted like the greatest thing they could consume.

Bellies full, they were ready to discuss. At this point the sun was setting and shadows were extending their reach across the landscape, leading to the right time to be gathered around a fire to discuss the next steps.

The climb was doable; that much they knew. They lacked rope, but their packs were light and it was one that had been done before. However, it had been may a year since the climb was last conducted as once the path around was established it became the preferred method. Sure, it was an extra few days, but it was much safer.

There was a great deal of deliberation, but at the end of it all they came to no decision. There was no certainty. It would have to wait until the morning.

Morning came and, once waking up, they talked about their options. There still was no certainty and so it came to the flip of a coin, but there was none. They continued to deliberate until they decided to turn back and see if there were other ways around.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:48:67

This feels like a slice taken from a story.

Some parts lack clarity and there’s a bit of meandering with nothing happening. The writing is rather lacking, but I think I could develop it into something. Maybe one day.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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