Help wanted part 4
Snap. “Aaugh!” It broke. She fell. “Fuuuck!” she screamed. “No!” I rushed forward. It was too late. Caitlyn was hanging upside down, firmly attached, by the shoelace loop of her left boot. Her arms hung down, her fingertips were all of maybe an inch off the ground. Her right leg was bent at the knee, hanging by its own weight. I collapsed in laughter. She reminded me of a Tarot card. The Hanging Man. She twisted, flexed, bent up, reached, bent up again, twisted again and tried to raise herself again, all to no avail. The sad thing was that had I not been there, Caitlyn would have been in a life threatening situation. Unless she could raise herself up and unhook that boot, she was food for the vultures. I doubted that anyone could …