The cliff wall called to Mike, just one more siren beckoning
him in his search for release from the pain. It towered above him, immovable
and implacable. If he could conquer that huge rock, he could conquer the
terrible empty feeling Joy left behind. He drove the piton into the face,
dropped the mallet, backed away, and accepted defeat.
Intense... so much said so concisely!
ReplyDeleteI liked the idea of the mountain or cliff face being a siren luring him to work out his grief.
ReplyDeleteThis has a story as rich and as deep as the whirls in a tree stump..so clever to convey in such a concise piece..which came first the photo or the story? Jae :)
ReplyDeleteThe story came first, but isn't the picture perfect for the story?
DeleteIndeed, a perfect picture for your story!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that he overcame his anguish without a battle. Sometimes, simply facing the wall helps in letting go.
Lovely and complete, so quickly.
A full story told in so few words. Well done.
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