Below her, the sewage flowed along in a canal with a wide pathway running along beside it. The edges of the canal sloped outward, so that the pathway was a long distance from her, at least fifteen feet.
It might as well be a mile.
She would take a plunge when she dropped, and it would be horrid. But it had to be done.
As she prepared to swing, she happened to glance behind her.
To her surprise, the edge of the canal behind her rose from the muck less much closer! On that side, beyond the sewage, the path itself wasn’t more than five feet from where she hung. One at a time, Shannon flipped her hands around on the mat until she faced the closer canal edge. She began to swing her feet back and forth.
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