The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann
The Pulpit Rock
I pick Erik up at five o’clock. I’m glad to see he’s dressed in his camouflage hunting suit. I’m wearing black slacks, a black jacket, sneakers and I‘ve tucked my hair into a dark green knitted hat. We should both be hard to spot against rocks and trees.
“Hi,” he says, “do you know how to get there?”
“Yes,” I smile, “thanks to Google.”
“First we have to take the ferry to Tau and then it should be a 15-minute drive to the Lodge.”
“Correct,” he says, “I have been to the Pulpit many times. It’s a beautiful hike from the Lodge, but it takes about two hours to reach the Pulpit Rock. The trail is marked all the way so we can’t get lost.”
“Oh, that sounds great,” I say.
“I have never been there,” I lie. I have been there twice. “My dream is to see the sunset while sitting and dangling my feet over the edge of the Pulpit. I’ve seen pictures of people doing that.”
Erik is smiling, “So I presume you don’t have vertigo, fear of heights?”
I laugh. “Actually, it’s called acrophobia. Vertigo is more like dizziness. No, I don’t have any problems with heights, I’m up there all the time, remember?”
I follow the yellow signs reading Tau Ferry and drive onboard.
“Let’s just stay in the car on the way over,” I say.
No need letting too many people see us together.
Erik looks relieved. He points to a big sign in Norwegian. “This sign says we are not allowed to stay in the car.”
“Don’t worry, if anybody comes I will do the talking and tell him or her that I don’t read Norwegian.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go and buy you a cup of coffee?” he asks.
I reach back over the seat and get my backpack.
“I don’t drink coffee, but see. I’m always prepared.”
I pour hot chocolate into two cups.
“I even have some sandwiches we can eat later.”
He nods and says, “We might have a problem seeing the sunset. After we check in and get settled, it will be too late to go to the Pulpit, since we can’t go back in the dark.”
I reach into the backseat again. “Hakuna matrata, as they say in Swahili. Which means, don’t worry.”
I show him two coal miners flashlights, the kind the coal miners have on their heads.
“Didn’t I say that I’m always prepared?” I grin.
He shakes his head in disbelief.
“OK,” I say. “I haven’t come this far not to see my sunset! What if we just park the car, walk to the Pulpit and then walk back and check into the Lodge for some fun. Does that sound like a plan to you?”
Little do you know that I have bigger plans for my Viking than a roll in the hay.
Erik throws his arms up. “How can I argue with a plan like that?”
We drive off the ferry and follow the brown sign saying Preikestolen. Every turn has spectacular scenery. Norway must be the most beautiful country in the world with its deep fjords, high mountains and majestic forests.
We pass another sign saying Preikestolen.
“Look,” I point at the sign. “If we park here and walk, we can probably save some time.”
Erik agrees. The Sun is shining and I put on some big sunglasses and my backpack. Erik also has a small backpack.
On our way we meet many tourists. Everybody is going in the other direction, back to the Lodge.
Good, I sure hope when we get there we will be alone.
After two hours of fast walking the Sun is getting close to setting. I wonder if we are going to make it. Fifteen minutes later we see the Pulpit Rock. What a sight! The fjord is about 600 meters beneath us.
Erik puts his backpack down. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” he asks.
I nod and take his hand. We walk to the edge very carefully. Then we sit down and swing our legs over the edge.
The Sun is setting. We are the only two people there.
Erik draws a breath “Wow! Do you know it is 604 meters straight down, isn’t this the most fantastic view in the world?”
Truly a view to die for.
“Yes,” I say, “and the view gets even better the closer you get.”
Before he can react, I slide myself backwards, behind him, put my feet on his lower back and kick him as hard as I can. He tumbles over the edge of the Pulpit Rock.
I peer over the edge. He is spread-eagled, flying down faster and faster.
“Have a nice flight,” I whisper.
There is no sound coming from him. He has probably fainted from fear. He bounces off the rock wall.
Ouch! That must have hurt!
He continues to fall and finally, I can’t see him anymore.
Swift and deadly! One less Viking in this world, his wife should probably thank me.
I lie down on my back –arms out –crucifixion position, just like I did after killing my Pharaoh.
I can feel a current rippling through my body. The tingling sensation feels like reaching a climax after a strenuous sex act. My whole body is shaking and I feel as if I’m going to black out. I close my eyes and gasp for air.
The whole sensation probably lasts only for a minute, but the aftereffect leaves me lightheaded and hungry! I sit up, dig into my backpack and gulp down my cocoa and sandwiches.
Afterwards I put his backpack inside mine and start walking back to the car. Half an hour later, I stop and take out his backpack. Then I throw it, using all my strength, far into a deep ravine.
Where no man has gone before and probably never will.
The Sun has set and it’s getting dark. I have to use my coal miners headlights to find my way back.
Because of the difficult terrain it takes me two and a half hours to reach the car.
I have of course not made any reservations at the Pulpit Lodge. Nobody knows I’m here.
I drive back to the ferry heading for Stavanger.
On the ferry I go into the ladies’ room. In the trunk of my car I have a bag of Sunday clothes and I put them on. I even pin a red, white and blue bow to the lapel of my jacket. That way I look like everybody else celebrating the 17th of May.
When I get back to my hotel it’s filled with intoxicated people.
These Vikings sure know how to party.
Nobody notices me going to the elevator.
I jump in the shower and crash into bed, I sleep like a baby through the night.
The next day we are off again, this time heading for home: Florida, USA.