Once again Gerald realized he messed things up. He got a grip on reality to make his way back through deceitful waves to the sanity of shore.
Then he saw an arm extend toward him with a voice saying, “Take my hand!”
Nah, that can’t be real, Gerald thought. The one reaching out to him roughed up the waves a bit more figuring Gerald wasn’t desperate enough.
Gerald valued assistance, but he was under orders not to bend his knee to just anyone and that hand hadn’t properly authenticated itself.
Denise offers the word “grip” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Story.