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Drabble topic: One person on a ladder, a second person below
"Hand me the Phillips," says a voice above. I look down into the toolbox.
"The red-handled one?"
"No. The black."
I can't reach it without taking a step, but I shift my right foot over to the left foot's spot and call, "don't move" before taking the step with the left foot. Screwdriver in hand, I maneuver each foot back into place, braced against the skid of the ladder, and hand up the tool. I lean my weight onto the side rails, slowly, gently, technique learned with practice.
Our places may switch, but always, one of us climbs, the other anchors.
"Hand me the Phillips," says a voice above. I look down into the toolbox.
"The red-handled one?"
"No. The black."
I can't reach it without taking a step, but I shift my right foot over to the left foot's spot and call, "don't move" before taking the step with the left foot. Screwdriver in hand, I maneuver each foot back into place, braced against the skid of the ladder, and hand up the tool. I lean my weight onto the side rails, slowly, gently, technique learned with practice.
Our places may switch, but always, one of us climbs, the other anchors.
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