With renewed strength, she stretched an arm up, felt around, and found the smallest hint of a ledge. It would have to do. With all the power she could muster in her five-foot, five-inch frame, she used her leg muscles to propel herself up the hill several inches. When she got a good foothold, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“You can do this,” she repeated to herself.
Then Regan made the mistake of looking up. She had barely made it half way up, and there was nothing to hold onto.
“Come on!”
She was only a few yards off the ground, which wasn’t a big deal, but if she did jump off the hill, she risked twisting an ankle or falling into the nasty, bug-infested pond. There was also the chance that she would hit her head on the way down, given the slick slope involved. It wasn’t like she could run to the hospital to get patched up or take a couple Advil to relieve the pain of a head or ankle injury. The swamp wasn’t exactly the best place to take risks.
“Well, this sucks,” she muttered, holding onto the side of the hill and not knowing whether to keep trying to climb up or admit defeat and jump down.
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