THE MOUNTAIN 

By Tessa Harvey

    Scrambling down, zig-zagging, he reached the side of the pool. He had only been travelling half an hour or so, but decided to stop for a while. The car journey had been long and arduous, almost grueling. He had left angry. His head hurt.
    Opening his rucksack, Steven rummaged around for some sandwiches and water. He drained one of his water-bottles and decided to re-fill it at the side of the pool. He flicked some water over his face, licking his lips. It tasted cool and delicious.
    The sun beat down, so he moved further into the shade of the trees, mostly rowan and ash. Leaning on a very low branch, he must have startled a duck hidden by the bank. It flew out. Relaxing, he paused, listening to the flap of its feathers. It made no other sound. Must be a nest, he thought, but did not search for it.
    He was just collecting his gear, when he heard the snarl of voices.
    "Don't see why we have to follow him," whined one. "He's well away," was the answer, "we can report back." The voice was placating.
    Puzzled, Steven waited for a few minutes, watching small fish darting in the current. Then he resumed his climb, this time more quietly, more aware of his surroundings. He headed for the mountain.
    Slowly as he climbed, the tall trees dwindled, giving way to smaller scrub. A large boulder off to one side gave him a vantage point. He scrambled up and sat on the warm surface. The view was wonderful. Far away was the grey of the city. On his left, he could see clear to the sparkling sea. His spirits lifted.
    His parents had kept to lower safer levels so he could play in the snow. Never had he climbed so far. It was exhilarating. He looked up at the mountain. It still towered over him, but he knew he could reach the summit in perhaps another hour of hard climbing.
    Rested, he slithered down the rock carefully and pressed on, keeping his pace steady and sure. After about half an hour, a small stream gurgled down his path, clearly delighted to find smoother going. He was not alone.

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