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Bright yellow Huear yellow I don’t believe it There’s someone else on the mountain There’s someone else! I’m saved!

"Hi!" I yell "Halloo! Over here!" Butway by the wind and the rain

I can’t see whoever it is properly, because the overhanging rock is in the way Very slowly and cautiously I e until I have a better view And then I see her clearly

It’s Jess

She’s on the slope beloearing a yellow cagoule and a backpack So her to thecarefully at a rock with a ger than a squeak above the wind "Jess! Jess!"

At last her head turns -- and her whole face contracts in shock

"Jesus Christ! Becky! What the hell are you doing up here?"

"I came to tell you we’re sisters!" I shout back, but I’ rain "Sisters!" I yell again, taking a step forward, cupping e is dangerous!"

"I’m fine!"

"Get back!"

"I’m OK, honestly," I call But she looks so alare

And that’s when ainto hold on to anything, trying to save ers close round the roots of a shrub, but they’re ith the rain I can’t get a proper grip

"Becky!" I hear Jess’s screaers "Becky!"

Then I’, and I have a gli thwacks oes black

Maida Vale Chronicle

Saturday, 7 June 2003