Ella Marie

The Mountain

It felt like I had been walking for months, although it had really only been a couple of days. I could feel my lungs burning with the ash that constantly cycled through the air, getting worse as I climbed into the higher altitude. For the first time during the journey, I regretted every part of me that had agreed to go, although I knew that deep down I would never turn back until the job was done. I could still remember my grandmother’s last words before she died, the women who had taught me so much in my life, giving me one last piece of information.