The Mountain (Departures/Karjon 33)
I sucked in fresh mountain air, relishing the taste of the alpine sky. Three thousand feet above sea level I stood, feeling reborn.
Far below, a river snaked through jagged rocks, a winding ribbon of concealment. The Beatles' ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand' rang out in the ears of my mind.
Recalling her screaming those words, I snickered.
Sweet departure.
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Comment by: Arley - 2008-05-03 05:44
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| Haw, got me rolling on the floor with that one, Karl! Thanks for dropping by! |
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and the sick SOB in me would be hearing Martin Luther King: "Free at last, free at last..."
heh. Another fun twist Arley. You're dangerous at this. |
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Comment by: Arley - 2008-04-30 05:50
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Thanks Corey, "good storytelling" is high praise and I really appreciate it!
That's right, Nora, she neglected the hogs, heh heh. Thanks!
Well, thank you, Karen! Since you're a master at the twist ending, I am truly flattered. |
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-04-29 13:14
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Excellent twist, Arley and a great wee story in general.
Thanks for the read.
Cheers
Karen |
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Comment by: Nora Online- 2008-04-28 20:29
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That's what she gets for not feeding the hogs, isn't it?
That was awesome, Arley. Nice twist. |
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