• The Friday Muse

    The Friday Muse – Mountain Flare

    The frigid cold left Timothy with little movement in his arms and legs, and even less in his face. Ice crystals had formed throughout his two-week-old beard, and along the inside of his nose, chilling each inhale of icy mountain air. This is where I’m going to die. He knew it was inevitable. The freezing temperatures on the top of Killora’s Peak were the culprit for many deaths over the years, leading Timothy to want to scale it in spite of its harsh climate, steep walls, and uncanny religious ties. The way up Killora’s Peak had been treacherous enough. There were two times a landslide nearly wiped out Timothy and…