Lifting telephone pole

Telephone pole. I found one, and smashed the end of it rather than try to disentangle the lines. I picked it up, with Sveta giving me a hand with the tail end of it.

*****

"He was having dark thoughts," Sveta said. She climbed onto the telephone pole, sitting by where my forcefield grabbed it.

*****

"Yeah," I said. There was more to disentangle from the pole, but I was in position to just haul on it, using strength to break and snap what we hadn't cleared away.

I flew over, Sveta still sitting on the log. She hopped off as I approached the chasm, and used the tangle of her body to soften the landing.

- Infrared 19.4