Boarstone Mountain

by V. Paul Reynolds

“You wimp,” Diane said. “I don’t believe this. The summit is just over that pile of rocks. I’m telling you the view is 360 degrees. It’s fantastic.”

“Nope,” I said with conviction. “This is far enough. I ain’t goin.”

“But we have come all this way,” she said, more pleadingly than with scorn.

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