There was a fallen pole below the lift, it's jagged metal edge poking out from the trees. Tira didn't look at it that long- it made her think about the poles holding up the lines carrying her. As if hearing her thoughts, the lines groaned and her chair swung to half. Someone had fallen- getting on or off she had no idea. She gripped the bar with her gloved hands.
She didn't want to think about falling. On what would happen if she slipped under the bar. Surely then her skies would get wedged in some crevice, her feet binded together and unable to move. Her head would probably hit the edge of a tree trunk before sliding down to rest in the snow. Her thoughts paused inside her head. Somehow she had let herself worry about something highly unlikely. All of this stress from a broken pole.
The lines creaked and her chair swung a little bit more. She gripped the pole tighter, waiting for it to stop. It didn't. It kept swinging, gaining more and more momentum as the lines groaned under the pressure. All she could do was hold the sides as the wind whipped the chair.
She was going up and down- up and down- faster and faster until it stopped with a creak. And the line snapped.
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