The Climber by David Fearnehough

IT WAS A GOOD DAY, a day to succeed. He, Paul Frane, was out to prove himself, more than ever in his life, this was something he needed to do. He felt invigorated and uplifted with the feeling of his own fitness; yes this was to be his day. His bright red climbing socks seemed to catch the morning sunlight, heralding this as a special day. He pulled the rope tighter round his arm, he felt confident in its strength and his own skill…