wheezed.
The climb up the steep mountain was taxing. He was always ready for an adventure but the three friends knew that they had little time for games. They had all agreed to climb the hill to see what was in the hut on the mountain. Now his legs and chest were burning. He sat down on a ledge in the path, turned his eyes to the far horizon to see where they had been. They had come a long way if they counted the difficulties and adventure that they had encountered, but in terms of sheer distance they were doing poorly.
Jem shook his head and muttered to himself aloud. “How far still?”
The tops of the grasses were swaying in unison, as if they were dancing to the tune of the fresh breeze. In the distance was a wisp of cloud on the horizon and the sun was high.
Jem was thirsty from all the climbing. He was also the water carrier but dare not drink until all three friends were together. That was the rule.
“Come on!” shouted Jem. “What are you guys loitering for?”
“Ahoy!” shouted Kelvin “This patient is sinking.”
Kelvin was talking about Thist. He was still in a battle with his head demons and getting distracted by voices. The affliction seemed to be more annoying as it was hampering progress, like caring for a wounded soldier in battle.
“Why again?” asked Jem. “I thought that he had ‘found himself’ in the cave, whatever that means.”
They sat down for a drink.
“What am I to do?” asked Thist.
“Maybe you just need the right potion.” said Kelvin, as he gazed at the horizon, his long hair whipping in the gusts.
“I think you are tired.” said Jem. “Maybe it’s difficult to control your unruly voices when you are exhausted.”
Thist took a gulp of water, “I think you are right, but I think the voices are trying to tell me something. I’m starting to understand more of what they are blabbering about and the more I listen, the more they talk. I honestly don’t know what is more exhausting, listening to them or the walk up this hill.”
The wisp of cloud had become two wisps. The boys climbed on towards the top of the mountain. Thist had picked up the pace albeit muttering a steady “Left foot, right foot, left foot...”
The total focus on the mundane was helping, “Just get through the day.” said Thist.
The mountain had turned out to be deceptive in its shape. It was a small outcrop from the distance. A moderate hill from closer, but it was turning out to be an almost insurmountable leviathan.
Jem stopped in the lead and waited for his friends, who were now lagging a few minutes behind him. He gazed at the clouds on the horizon and thought aloud “These billowing wisps of white clouds do not bode well my friends.”
Kelvin and Thist staggered up the rear just to flop at Jem’s feet.
They drank deeply, Kelvin wanted to protest the water usage but before he could speak Jem said, “It’s okay. It will rain tonight, we can fill it.”
“Are you sure?” asked Kelvin.
“You know I know weather.” said Jem.
Kelvin glanced up and had a double take. “Wow, you are right. It’s going to be nice taking a rain shower again.”
“What’s with you and rain-showering?” said Thist.
“I just love it.” said Kelvin.
The clouds were like fingers from hell coming towards them. A rolling vortex was spinning on its side on the distant mountain, sucking clouds over and spilling cascades of white into the valley facing them. The belching of moisture over the mountains was nothing new to the trio but they had never seen it split into two. One finger of cloud was spilling over the hillside, covering everything in an ominous blanket, the other gathering above into a storm.
“We better make shelter.” said Kelvin.
“We better make that hut.” said Jem.
“What’s making those clouds?” asked Thist.
“Come on Thist.” urged Kelvin in a rushed tone. “Time for lolly-gagging is over. Move your legs and feet a little faster.”
The boys picked up the pace to a
The climb up the steep mountain was taxing. He was always ready for an adventure but the three friends knew that they had little time for games. They had all agreed to climb the hill to see what was in the hut on the mountain. Now his legs and chest were burning. He sat down on a ledge in the path, turned his eyes to the far horizon to see where they had been. They had come a long way if they counted the difficulties and adventure that they had encountered, but in terms of sheer distance they were doing poorly.
Jem shook his head and muttered to himself aloud. “How far still?”
The tops of the grasses were swaying in unison, as if they were dancing to the tune of the fresh breeze. In the distance was a wisp of cloud on the horizon and the sun was high.
Jem was thirsty from all the climbing. He was also the water carrier but dare not drink until all three friends were together. That was the rule.
“Come on!” shouted Jem. “What are you guys loitering for?”
“Ahoy!” shouted Kelvin “This patient is sinking.”
Kelvin was talking about Thist. He was still in a battle with his head demons and getting distracted by voices. The affliction seemed to be more annoying as it was hampering progress, like caring for a wounded soldier in battle.
“Why again?” asked Jem. “I thought that he had ‘found himself’ in the cave, whatever that means.”
They sat down for a drink.
“What am I to do?” asked Thist.
“Maybe you just need the right potion.” said Kelvin, as he gazed at the horizon, his long hair whipping in the gusts.
“I think you are tired.” said Jem. “Maybe it’s difficult to control your unruly voices when you are exhausted.”
Thist took a gulp of water, “I think you are right, but I think the voices are trying to tell me something. I’m starting to understand more of what they are blabbering about and the more I listen, the more they talk. I honestly don’t know what is more exhausting, listening to them or the walk up this hill.”
The wisp of cloud had become two wisps. The boys climbed on towards the top of the mountain. Thist had picked up the pace albeit muttering a steady “Left foot, right foot, left foot...”
The total focus on the mundane was helping, “Just get through the day.” said Thist.
The mountain had turned out to be deceptive in its shape. It was a small outcrop from the distance. A moderate hill from closer, but it was turning out to be an almost insurmountable leviathan.
Jem stopped in the lead and waited for his friends, who were now lagging a few minutes behind him. He gazed at the clouds on the horizon and thought aloud “These billowing wisps of white clouds do not bode well my friends.”
Kelvin and Thist staggered up the rear just to flop at Jem’s feet.
They drank deeply, Kelvin wanted to protest the water usage but before he could speak Jem said, “It’s okay. It will rain tonight, we can fill it.”
“Are you sure?” asked Kelvin.
“You know I know weather.” said Jem.
Kelvin glanced up and had a double take. “Wow, you are right. It’s going to be nice taking a rain shower again.”
“What’s with you and rain-showering?” said Thist.
“I just love it.” said Kelvin.
The clouds were like fingers from hell coming towards them. A rolling vortex was spinning on its side on the distant mountain, sucking clouds over and spilling cascades of white into the valley facing them. The belching of moisture over the mountains was nothing new to the trio but they had never seen it split into two. One finger of cloud was spilling over the hillside, covering everything in an ominous blanket, the other gathering above into a storm.
“We better make shelter.” said Kelvin.
“We better make that hut.” said Jem.
“What’s making those clouds?” asked Thist.
“Come on Thist.” urged Kelvin in a rushed tone. “Time for lolly-gagging is over. Move your legs and feet a little faster.”
The boys picked up the pace to a
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