Blisters (#90 of 365)

A rough struggle.

His palms are red raw. The rope slips through his hands and sting tells of future blisters. He falls to knees with heavy breaths. His gut strains and his head pangs. His arms hang loose and tired. He wipes the sweat from his brow and tries, once again, to escape.

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