#3

Dry Thunder!

Dry!

And with a curiously comfortable voice...

- Son, get down here. Have a nice barbeque.

- Leave me alone!

  The boy who willing to climb a nice and neat Rock cliff.. with his best equipment affordable. Shout down to his father, whom waiting for his fallen. To any commonly minded observer, This remind an unreal photograph shot by the ill minded photographer.

- Son, please get down here. Have a nice drink with your lovable friends.

And silence, except for cracking noises occur from boy's equipment.

- You can't get up their Son.

ping!

- It's impossible, physically.

ping!

- It's possible just for now. But your lucky prominent rocks doesn't seems to occur any longer. Rocks can't hold you back anymore. Remaining option is to crack a rock to stick your equipment in to the cliff, but your one can't break it through. It's made of granite.

ping!

- Shut up old man!

ping!

- Things are different from then. What do you know anymore!

ping!

ping!

ping...

- I'm rooting for you, my son.