Marooned

I was at the top of a high building with several women. The top of the building consisted of a series of giddy and shaky walkways. The only security was rusty handrails. There was a stairway, like a fire escape, which led downwards. The women carefully climbed down, but the steps got further and further apart. They had to lower themselves or jump onto the next step. The rusty handrail disappeared at the crucial point. A slip would be fatal. It came to my turn but I could not do it. I was too scared. There was no security, a slip then death seemed certain. The women could do it but not me.
I resigned myself to staying marooned on top of the building forever.