Futile

This short story was a challenging 500 words. I took the story and started somewhere near the middle. What events lead to this point I will leave to your imagination. Enjoy.

Also, the story is in raw form.

Fultile

Cassie looked down at the body of her old friend, somehow still alive, her leg at an odd angle, and bone sticking out from her ankle. Blood covered the rock from the impact and damage to her head.

‘Damn shame, you had a lot to live for, but you blew it all,’ Cassie said.

As she rose to her feet, she knew the person on the other side of the river would have called it in, he had to have seen Helen fall. Cassie made her way back up the cliff face, removing her clamps and ropes, she dragged those of Helen’s behind her.

At the top she took a moment to look at the view across the canyon and the beginning of the sunset. The reds and oranges of the sun going down were an omen to the forthcoming storm.

She packed her stuff into her car and walked along the edge of the canyon until she found the perfect spot, once there she tied down one end of the rope and threw the rest over the edge.

As she approached her car she heard her phone ring, as she took it out of her pocket she sighed. There was no need to look at the screen she knew who it was.

‘Yes,’ she said.

‘We have had a call from someone who saw a woman fall from the canyon wall,’ Peter said.

‘Ok, which section?’ Cassie asked

‘Section seven,’ Peter said.

‘How long do we have before the storm?’ Cassie asked.

‘Not long, can you get there as soon as possible. I will send air support over as soon as they are done with the man trapped at the top of the tower,’ Peter said.

‘What?’ Cassie said, she tried to hide the smile.

‘Some idiot is at the top of the tower, hang on,’ Peter said.

Cassie waited still watching the sunset.

‘He’s dead, gees someone killed him up there what sort of person would do that?’ Peter said.

Someone who doesn’t like to be taken for a fool, Cassie thought.

‘Don’t know, I’ll make my way now and hope to beat the storm,’ she said. At her car she took out her water bottle and took a swig, then noticed the blood on her hand, using what was left she washed it off.

With a sigh she picks up her rescue uniform and changes, the boots are tight and for some reason one of the laces is double knotted.

‘Hold tight Lisa I’m coming for you, not,’ she said then laughed.

She heads back to the edge, then the rain begins. The rain gets heavier as she stands at the top looking down.

The river was already swollen and there had been talk of it flooding. It was a chance she was willing to take.

‘Teach you both to try and make a mockery of me,’ Cassie said, looking down to where her friend lie dead.

‘Even I if I could saving you would be futile.’