Lydia sprinted the final 50 yards to the summit, spread her arms wide, breathed in the cool, crisp mountain air and let out a huge “whew-we” that echoed back to her again and again. A smile split her face in two.
Fifteen minutes later, a huffing, sweat covered Darren joined her. After a halfhearted high five, he lay flat on his back, closed his eyes and did little other than breath.
“Oh, come now, have a look. It’s beautiful.”
Groaning, Darren propped up and scanned the horizon. “It is,” he admitted.
“So, worth the run, right?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.