After crossing the stream the climb began. Five leagues lay behind them. The last league was all uphill. A soldier’s boot carried the pebble. It was quartz and pure white. Belonging in the stream, it was foreign. Here on the mountain granite ruled. The entire landscape was grey and brooding. Escarpments were vertigo inducing.
The soldier slipped dislodging the pebble. Unnoticed, it bounced over the precipice. No longer a pebble, it became more. Ricocheting from rock to rock it descended. The pebble was now a message.
Below, the enemy encamped. One soldier patrolled the cliff base alone. He paused to rest. From his pack he removed an apple. He sat and watched and listened. He heard the pebbles decent. Suddenly he was alert. The pebble stopped at his feet. Knowing these hills, he saw the implication. He thanked his god for the message. He would be prepared when they came.
well done! happy 2015!
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Really like this one > I think it was because it pulled me in after a few sentences. Your blogs a good find mate. Everything is done with careful thought and feeling.
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Cheers Andy! I’m glad to have found your blog also – I try to travel as much as possible and I enjoy reading your tales of travel. I appreciate the compliment and am glad you enjoyed this one… I liked writing it
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Hiya Andy > Likewise mate. I’m normally around but at the moment not as much as I’d like with other things going on. Looking forward to checking your work out 🙂
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