Noah Mannholland

The Mountain

“Here we are!” Eight-year-old Jake and Grandpa Jones pulled into the abandoned field. It was overgrown and unkempt, but it had been the meeting place of the grade-schooler and his seventy-year-old companion since Jake could remember. Every Sunday when Jake visited, he and Grandpa had driven here. The two would sit in Grandpa’s blue sedan discussing Jake’s week. Jake’s family hadn’t much money, but somehow Grandpa always found enough to get the two food from a local restaurant. It was what Jake and Grandpa looked forward to at the end of the week. Today wasn’t different. The two were munching on a hamburger as they talked.