OLWG# 273- A Place of Truth

Written for OLWG# 273

Palmer Kanawha pulled his hat lower, over his eyes, raised his head, and studied the summit. Pico Nevado was a notorious peak, but it was a sacred place and he needed to reach the summit. So, he shrugged deeper into his heavy coat and ploughed on. The mountain was snow-capped year round; he had been told that he would find truth there, and he needed the truth.

The snow is ceaseless atop the mountain
It whispers my name
It tells me the stories of my people

It urges me to jump

This week’s prompts were:

  1. snow won’t stop falling
  2. speak my name in whispers
  3. Jan just told me, “we need to talk.”

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