This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
( Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:
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I cheated on this one. It's semi-autobiographical.
Oh, and I haven't used the word Dieselpunk lately, so I'll throw that in for good measure. It has nothing to do with this post...
Inspiration from Perspiration
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Yeah, that's me on Old Rag Mountain - May 2004 |
"Now that you've made it to the top, what do you think?" Will asked.
"Do they call it Old Rag because that's what you feel like after climbing over all those rocks?"
"Damn, Ralph, all you've done is complain the whole way up here."
"Well, I'm sweaty, thirsty, and shaking from exhaustion, so just take your stupid picture so I can set down and rest."
As Ralph posed for the camera, he forgot about the climb, the heat, even his bruised knees as he gazed across the rolling hills and patchwork farmlands that stretched out below him, the Earth blending into an azure sky at a distant horizon while the clouds passed almost within his reach—a perspective both humbling in scope and surprising with its recuperative powers.
You can read more about Old Rag mountain here: Old Rag Mountain
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