I brought Dad’s photograph with me.
The climb is more difficult than I remember. My nine-year old legs didn’t tire as easily as my skinny, 38-year old legs do. I wish I could blame loss of youthful energy.
‘If this was the last thing you saw, wouldn’t you die a happy bunny?’
When the food shortage got worse, I suggested we come back. There’s neither snow nor fog anymore, only relentless heat. View’s still worth it, though.
But Dad didn’t make it, he was too malnourished. He died two days ago, holding the photograph in his hand.
So will I.
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Love the perseverance and determination in this piece. Nicely done 🙂
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Yes, she is certainly determined… Thank you 🙂
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YOu are welcome 🙂
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I agree.
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Thanks 🙂
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you’re welcome 🙂
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Oh sad. The dad was too malnourished. I hope his son survives. What a horrible experience to live. Great writing Sonya.
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Thank you!
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How sad there is a food shortage and her/his dad died from it and now she/he will. I love the way you use a photograph in the story. It makes it even more intriguing. Wonderful story Sonya!
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Thank you, PJ! I don’t think I’ve ever used a photo prompt as a prop in a story – glad you liked it 🙂
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What intensity in sorrow. Choosing to stay with Dad…. Well done. Thanks for participating this week. Hope to see you next!
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Thank you, Roger! I’ll be back next week 🙂
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Goodness Sonya this was all so bleak, but I guess such times might come…well done…
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It’s been a bleak week… Thank you, Michael!
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Well I hope this coming week is an improvement for you..
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This sent a chill down my spine and my mind in several directions.
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That’s good – I like sending minds in several directions… Thank you, Jenny!
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Powerful, sad, but also strangely optimistic. I guess because she took control and decided to go on her own terms in a place she loves.
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I agree with this. Word for word. Great write, Sonya.
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Glad you got that, too! Thanks, Annie 🙂
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You’re always welcome, Sonya 🙂
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Thanks, Jenn! Glad you think so – I meant it to be bleak with a silver lining.
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I love the sudden switch in mood at the end. It hit with great punch. Nicely done.
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I worked hard for that switch, so I’m glad it worked. Thank you!
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I got a totally different feel for the piece. The scene is not the mountain, but a Alzheimer care unit. The picture is to try jog the memory. The struggle for both is harder then the climb up the mountain, with only the release of death at the end.
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I love this. It would never have occurred to me, but now you’ve pointed it out, I can see it. Fantastic, thanks 🙂
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It’s sad that they died, but at least they died being in the place they both loved. Wonderful story. 🙂
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Thank you, Jessie 🙂
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Great piece, starvation was the last thing I’d expected, but it does happen and in a dying world will.
http://yolandarenee.blogspot.com/2016/01/doppelganger.html
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