Hanging On

My first 55 word story. Just a bit of fun.

Hanging on

My fingers grab at the edge.

The sea breaks viciously on the black rocks far below. I can’t hold on much longer.

‘Hang on, I’m coming.’ Two sets of hands grab mine. Thank God.

I look up into the face of my wife... and the girlfriend I brought here. Crap!

Those rocks look nice now.