Mountainside

She could hear them, the bastards, making their way up the side of the mountain to retrieve their precious research – her research, as the hot sun beat down on her tanned shoulders.

They’d be here soon, their voices weren’t too far off, but she wasn’t worried in the slightest.  Let them come up here, let them struggle in this heat to make their way to the crag upon which she now sat, sticking out of the side of the precipice so far above the tree covered valley below.

An eagle cried as it circled in the shimmering air, just as their voices were getting louder and she heard boots scuffing sending loose gravel skittering about them as they trudged heavily towards her; time to leave.

She stood up, adjusted her pack, and dived off the edge and into an uncertain future.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to Mountainside

  1. Five sentence fiction, sounds very hard, you nailed it of course.
    #atozchallenge
    maggie winter

  2. Maggie says:

    Wondering if she was prepared with a glider or parachute. Engrossing theme.

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