Our Little Trek.

A short story based on a contest prompt.

Our Little Trek.

The beauty of my surroundings; the majestic mountains and crystal clear waters, are tainted and stained with blood.

As I look at you now, all broken and bleeding, birds sing and fly on up above.

My body and mind trapped in this moment, how will I carry on? How will I live without you? You and your bright spirit urging me on, leading me to places I have never been, never seen. Only with you my love. Only with you. And now you are gone.
Our adventure, our trek through the mountains which culminated in your demise. I tried to save you; you know how hard I tried.
Just one false move, one unsteady step caused you to plummet to your death. And now I sit here in tatters. Devastated and bereft.

Contemplating my life without you, how selfish can I get?