The Mountain

They had discovered the cave together a few summers ago, its inaccessibility warranting its appeal. The valley plummeted to the right of the path. To the left, the mountain hunched its shoulders, sulking overhead. The narrow ledge wound slowly up its ribs like a scar. August moved silently on white bare feet, as though the mountain might wake. It was early, before the sun. Her brother was not with her. Against the black rock, her small face shone luminous, the tendons in her neck stood out, her lips set in a small, firm line. She needed to speak with the dragon.


~ by ifindthisamusing on July 3, 2008.

One Response to “The Mountain”

  1. Your descriptions continue to hit me just right.

    ‘like a scar’ ‘hunched its shoulder, sulking overhead’ ‘as though the mountain might wake’

    These things all make me happy, as does her name: August. :).

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