TRAVEL We climbed the ridge and found a space between the treetops to draw the three elements together; creatured woodland, peopled pastureland and high priest mountains wearing pristine white miters. Ensconced in goose-feather-filled quilts, the gods peered down through their sun glasses on occasion to ensure that all was meet and that all activities were right so to do. We tried to see them through our cheap binoculars, without success, but we did see a lone figure from time to time, inching its way along the shoulders of a high priest, carrying what seemed to be a lighted torch of hope.
Jennifer Duncan
20/2/2021 07:34:00 pm
Very poetic. A pleasure to read.
Pamela Kennedy
20/2/2021 07:42:09 pm
Your story has a pretty ethereal quality to it. I, too, enjoyed reading it.
Sue Clayton
21/2/2021 12:58:20 am
A sense of mythology in this tale.
Mary Wallace
23/2/2021 05:25:43 am
Quite haunting, a lovely piece. Comments are closed.
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