Prompt #29 - Birth.
"Look out!"
I shove Watson to the side even as our guides scatter. We stumble against a nearby outcropping seconds before a boulder thunders downwards, crushing my hat.
Watson's face blanches as I dash to the top of the cliff, leaving him limping behind me.
No one in sight.
But in the back of my mind a tiny doubt has been born…that perhaps this may be the one case from which I shall not emerge unscathed.
If I emerge at all.
But I swear by all I hold dear, if I do fall, Watson shall not fall with me.
