Jacobs | Ladder

He grabbed her wrist. Felt her pulse.

Leo tried to hug her. His arms passed through her like smoke through a screen door. Jacobs Ladder

“You took forever,” she said.

He doesn’t look up.

“I know,” she said. “I felt every rung.” He grabbed her wrist

“Let go of what?”

It leaned against the underside of a low-hanging cloud, rungs shimmering like heat haze over asphalt. The bottom rested on a mossy rock. It didn’t seem solid, but it didn’t seem like a dream, either. It felt remembered . either. It felt remembered .