Things That Jump: Part One

things that jump

Now There’s a man clinging with his back to the jutting rock of the first of the Three Sisters, the only one you can actually get to without climbing gear. A black man, in scuffed jeans and an old work shirt with a checked pattern on it, white and red, washed soft. His hair frizzes around his head, smushed into the stone at the back, where he presses his skull against the uneven face of the rock, like a half-hatched egg the rough rock-pillar gave birth to. They are called the Three Sisters after all. Why shouldn’t they hatch a […]