I began 2019 with a nice trek on the Himalayas. We saw the snow-capped magnificence of Mt. Kanchenjunga, the third tallest peak in the world after the Everest and K2. After a week well spent in the mountains, its time for yet another edition of Friday Fictioneers hosted by our delightful host Rochelle. This week’s picture prompt is from Dale. Thank you Rochelle & Dale. To read other stories, please click this link.
(A pic of the massif is at the end of this story. 🙂 )
I hear footsteps, multiple, as usual. She has company, as usual. I begin my ritual, as usual.
I hear giggling and whispered, slurry talk – as usual. I palm my knife, as usual. She comes into view, hanging from the arms of some guy – as usual.
They start making out on the hallway, she initiates it – as usual. I remove the old plaster and run the knife over my arm, as usual.
Blood starts seeping, as usual.
I wait – she vanishes inside with him, as usual. I apply a plaster over the cut, as usual, and stick the old one on my door.
Mt. Kanchenjunga clicked using my mobile.