Flash Fiction, a short story written in 100 words or less.
My lungs are near bursting, my eyes blinking as the sweat drips beaded onto my lashes. I force my shaking legs to keep going, just one more step, just another one more step (my body ignores my mantra knowing there are many steps left).
30 Days of Hiking and I am only on day six.
In my arrogance I imagined this would be easier.
In my ignorance I did not buy rain gear.
I stop to breath and lean heavily against a tree. Beauty surrounds me.
I smile knowing that I could die right now having already arrived in heaven.