Here is this week’s spacious prompt, full of fresh air and…mysterious fog banks? Oh, that does look intriguing, doesn’t it? Should we sit here and wait for the fog to burn away or shall we hike onward, into the mysterious future?
Tell us, in 100 words exactly, please, what happens next! You can put your story here in the comments or at your own web home with a link back to us. We like the links, because they give us all sorts of warm feelings and search-engine might. So not only do you delight us with your story, but you empower us with your links! Everyone wins!
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In dreams he trod from spur to saddle to summit.
“Will I see?”
The technician, nodding, chewed her lip. Her eyes downcast while he adjusted the visor covering his face.
“Ready?” she asked.
The climb a gentle slope, no danger of avalanche or oxygen deprivation. Frigid air bit at his nose and carried the scent of pine. Green moss and grey rock scrolled past, then stark white snow as he neared the summit. Virtual reality without the brutality of the mountain.
“I couldn’t bring you down!” he cried.
Once again he found her near the peak, peaceful in her slumber.
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