Sunday Photo Fiction – View From The Hill

125-10-october-11th-2015As kids we often climbed to the top of Kinney Hill. From there we could see the whole world. Africa, Australia, America, even China, on a really clear day, shimmered mystically on the summer horizon. We had plans to visit them all – to see the world. Sadly, those times of innocence and wonder have long faded to memory. Most of my friends from those days settled down to an ordinary life. An expected, safe  existence  in the town within which they were born and raised. Me? I decided to see if I could actually seek out  these places: those distant lands only those brave and hardy enough to climb the scree scarred slopes of Kinney Hill could usually hope to see.

Twenty years I served in all. Twenty years in lands far from home. In lands far from my wife and children. When I returned for good they were gone and I was once again alone. I still meet up with my friends from childhood. We swap tales, remember the days on Kinney Hill. I tell them of my travels. They all listen with respect and admiration. They then go home to their families; I return to silence, my empty flat  and my own thoughts. Thoughts for a better end to my life than this. Thoughts of a better reward for my sacrifice. Thoughts.

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Wasn’t feeling inspired today but then this story just came in a flash. Only took five minutes to write i.e. it’s very raw and not overly edited, but it’s what came to mind. Hope you find something to like about it.

Other entries for SPF can be found here.

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7 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction – View From The Hill

  1. Joy Pixley

    What a magical mountain that is, where they could see so far! But so sad later on. A lot of truth there. Going in one direction means not going in another, always something missed or lost along the way.

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  2. Priceless Joy

    Wow, very poignant. Started out as happy friends playing on a hill to a very lonely man that sacrificed all to go on his travels. Who is better off? The friends that didn’t go and got married instead who now have families or him?

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  3. Sunday Fiction

    So much is given by soldiers. Sometimes more than people see on the outside. Just because they come home intact, doesn’t mean their home life is. A great way of showing the damage you don’t see.

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