"Hold on!" Onus yelled as he collided with Twig. The impact brought him to a complete stop, which was a good thing, but it sent Twig over the edge, which was a very bad thing. Twig reached out as he fell and grabbed Onus's foot. But like everything else around him, Onus's foot was covered in a thin layer of ice and was extremely slippery. It slid through his hands like a firepole slides through a fireman's hands, but it gave Onus enough time to reach down and grab Twig's shirt collar...the same collar that had been stretched and pulled several times over the past days. Twig's weight caused Onus's body to slide ever closer to the crack. "I've got you Twig," he said in a reassuring voice, that really didn't sound that reassuring.

"But I'm too heavy," Twig said. "You have to let me go or we'll both fall in."

"I got you into this, Twig. I'm not letting go of you."

"I was going to fall in anyway. You were just trying to help," Twig said. "If we both fall in, then there will be no hope of ever getting home. You have to let go of me and find a way off of this beach so you can call our parents and the police and the military and every superhero on the planet. They'll make everything better. I know they will. But if you don't call them, there's no hope."

"I'm not letting you go," Onus said and slipped a little closer to the edge.

"People have called me weird for years," Twig said. "If I fall in The Sand, it will make no difference."

"I'm not letting you go."

The Healing Sand - By Christopher Millin

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