One thousand nine hundred steps to the top.
The food poisoning from the night before writhed within her stomach. After four days of hiking, she was determined to see the sunrise at the summit. She hurled twice, on step 949 and step 1,245.
The glory of step 1,900 was unmatched.
Jennifer Masson wrote this story.
The rocks slip and crumble beneath my feet. A bead of sweat rolls into my eye as I balance.
I use the last of my strength to pull myself up to the peak.
I look around at the world stretched before me and think, “How will I get back down?”
Megan Alexander is a high school English teacher and lives with her fiance in Redwood City, CA where she is just beginning her journey as a writer.
They camped out on the side of the mountain, within a stone’s throw of the moon. A campfire warmed their bodies; anticipation warmed their hearts.
Tomorrow was the summit day, the flag-raising day. The pinnacle. The peak.
Beyond that was the descent, so aptly named.
Reminiscence is colder than anticipation.
This story is based on a title suggested by @brucerytel.