*I suppose this might be the second in a series. The stories aren’t related but a second tropical beach with a sunbather and micro people that she’s unaware of.
This was ridiculous. It could have been comedy if he saw it online: Two climbers on a crazy pink surface: a fine, glittery metallic net, shimmering in the sun. The camera zooms out. They’re so high, the surface is huge, it’s a cliff and they’re free climbing. Maybe it’s the Eiger or El Cap, wrapped in fabric. It’s beautiful, so aesthetic, it must be a commercial… But what’s this? they seem to be going up some crack in this cliff, fabric pulled tight. Now as we zoom out we see the edges. There is a fabric hem, and under it a dark surface, a little like rock but subtly different. We see the top of the cliff, and how it reaches a plateau. And now we see that this is at the end of a valley, and those dark walls extend outwards towards the camera, and now we see that the fabric is a triangle pulled tight, and these cliffs are legs, and then there is a dizzying perspective change as the base of the valley far below becomes a towel, and the plateau becomes a waist with a stomach, and that triangle of fabric is the bottom of a bikini, and the climbers are climbing up a crack which is actually a camel toe. They are climbing up as camel toe as tall as a mountain.
He grimaces. It’s so hot. The sun is beating down on them and the light shines off the glittering surface of her bikini. He holds onto a polyester fibre as thick as a rope. He’s sweating. He wishes they were going up, but they’re going down. There’s a long way to go. Her body is putting out so much heat. He can smell her all around him: a bitter saltiness. He grips tighter as she shifts her body. He doesn’t know it but she is sitting up. Her legs close slightly, and the crack becomes narrower. He can feel the iridescent walls close a little. He had visions of being crushed between this great, powerful fleshy walls. He gulps. The longer they are exposed, the more dangerous it is. They need to hurry.