Short Stories

Mountains

This is home, or at least where I'll be. On the king of all hills and earth as I'd I was ruling them all. I looked over them all thinking about life. Oh what sorrows has the world below me has given. What suffering has the flat world caused upon me. Up here is peace. Up here is quiet, But up here I shall not stay. I bent over and removed my glove. I felt the cold sensation of the icy snow melting in my hands. If only problems In the world melted like that. Maybe it's something in me that is different. I removed my other glove and lightly pressed my hand against the tree. The tree was tough but my problems were tougher. I caressed the fallen leaves. Its life was sucked away just like it's color. It was dead. I stood up once again, walking to the edge of the mountain. Maybe I will be a fallen leaf too.